Phillip

"Tea? Water? Something stronger?" I pour a glass of water for myself as the chauffeur brings our suitcases in and closes the door.

"No, thank you. I don't really drink alcohol. Yesterday was a mistake." She peels off her jacket and removes her shoes as quickly as I drain my glass.

"Juice?"

"No time." She makes it up the first step up my stairs.

"Don't you want to relax before we begin?"

"I didn't find a flight on a private jet and being chauffeured in a limo particularly tiring." She disappears from view. "Come on," she shouts.

"This isn't a race, you know," I shout back as I follow her up.

"Tell that to my eggs. I can practically feel them disappear every second."

I enter my bedroom to the sight of Nata wearing a plain cotton bra and panties. No lingerie that made my mouth dry in San Fransisco. My mouth still goes dry. Her short stature would imply short legs, but hers are well proportioned and toned.

Runner's legs.

I move my gaze to her eyes. "I thought we agreed there won't be any running. The speed you move with feels like running."

"I agreed to no running away. I won't ever agree not to run to what I want." She climbs into the middle of the bed and sits in a lotus pose, her cross-crossed legs a sight that gets me harder.

I tug off my shirt and watch her watch me. Her breathing picks up. I'm not an athlete and never had a real six-pack, but I'm fit, and I know most people find me good-looking enough. Nata seems to fall in that category because color rises to her cheeks and the kind of electrical charge that screams attraction. I hum a mock-sexy tune as I remove my belt slower and with more pizazz than needed.

"Are you trying for a striptease?" Nata rolls her eyes, but I see her nipples getting tighter.

The room is plenty warm. Cold isn't the cause. I am. I fucking hope I am. The air between us pressurizes. I unzip my pants and let go of them. Without any training in this particular part of the seduction process, my pants flop onto the floor in a sad pile.

"You've got me." She smiles. Tension between us eases. She motions to the spot I'm standing in. "That was the move I've been waiting for. My heart is yours for the taking," she says in a dramatic voice.

"I didn't say anything about your heart." I mean it in a sexy, teasing way, but as her smile crumples, I know she didn't take it that way.

"Then let's get to business." Her tone is cold.

I fucked something up but I don't even know what. I step out of my pants and hop onto the bed next to her.

"You can leave your underwear on," she says, "but you have to take your socks off."

I notice my socks. I am off my game. "Any other instructions?" I ask as I remove them.

"On your back. No kissing. No touching, apart from the necessary parts."

"I thought we were past that nonsense." I lie down, my chest unsettled at her request.

She rolls on her back and takes her underwear off, than straddles me before I get mine off. "Boundaries aren't nonsense."

She rocks on top of me, and the friction the underwear creates between us gets me into the state that professional porn-stars would be proud of.

"Let's begin." She pulls the band on my boxer-briefs down and takes the matter into her hands, guiding me inside her.

I gasp. Nata's movements are almost punishing. With me flat on my back and her on top, the majority of control is in her court, which is undoubtedly why she chose it. I love it, but I would love anything she'd like to do with me at this point.

The lubricants Dustin got us are in my bedside table, but we have no need for them. She glides up and down on me, and my dick loves the sleek warmth around it. My hands are longing to join the game. I bury my fingers in the sheet of my bed to prevent myself from touching the slope of Nata's breasts or pinching the nipples I see through the thin layer of her bra. Nata bites her lower lip.

Whoever designed the bedroom on my side of the duplex was a genius because the mirrored doors of the built-in closet offer a beautiful view of Nata's back on top of me. Any other time having sex, I would have relished it. Today, it's extra torture that skyrockets my urge to cum, which will get us to the finish line before the double-digit timing I promised her yesterday. 

The thought of not getting Nata off, of her not getting any pleasure out of it, cools my blood enough to regain a semblance of control. I brace against my bed and slow her up and down movements. If she doesn't let me use my fingers or mouth on her, I can still trick her into enjoying this ride.

Her stubborn wish to not feel anything, to not enjoy our bodies make anger rise in my chest, makes me want to do everything in my power to give her an orgasm even if I'm not allowed to touch or kiss her like I'd like to. I bend my knees, so she tilts forward. Her palms land on my shoulders to support herself. Now that we are connected in more than one point, I lift my hips and meet her thrusts with mine, no longer pinned without access to her skin.

My fingers dig into the supple cheeks of her butt. The grunt that escapes her throat. With her flushed cheeks, her gaze latched to mine as she squeezes my shoulders we are beyond sex for procreation. I expect her to protest, to tell me to stop touching her, instead her nails dig into my skin. The squeaks of the bed don't leave much to the imagination to anyone who could hear them.

Nata's jaw muscles tick, as if she's trying to prevent any sounds from escaping her mouth. There's more pleasure here than she wants to admit.

I might not be getting her over the finish line this way, but I'll get her as close as I can with what I have. I make sure to grind into her clit with my pelvic bone, angling her body for best access. She moans. Her arms shake as she slumps lower before she catches herself. Her hair tickles my neck. I keep the rhythm up. I keep the grinding motion in the same spot.

Her composure falters, her this-is-part-of-our-deal-face gone. As her pants speed up, her lips are a hand-length away. If I lift my head, I could capture them. I want to capture them. I want to capture so many parts of her. Her chest heaves in breaths that are way past panting as she slams on top of me. The sounds our bodies make are wet and desperate. The opposite of the clinical precision she insisted on at the hotel, yet so far away from what I'd like for us to do. This little gain doesn't bring me joy.

Her eyes focus on me. I wanted her to look at me like she wanted me. Now that she does, I'm ready to take that back, because any power I had over my body vanishes. As her dilated pupils change to bottomless black, I fall into her stare. I let my desire for her show. I'm hers for the taking.

Nata closes her eyes and speeds up. The excess friction rushes all my blood to my already hair-trigger dick.

I have to slow this down.

I have to let her enjoy the ride.

As if she's reading my mind and wants to do the exact opposite, she remembers she's on top. She opens her eyes and straightens. Nata takes my hands off her butt and uses them for purchase.

Her strong thighs squeeze me on both sides as she rides and fall then adds a circular motion. The expression on her face is defiant. She wants to win this one even if winning means I cum first.

My stomach tenses. The tingle at the base of my spine tells me she is going to get what she wants. I give in. She can win this one. I let loose and do what she wants from me. My first spasm—a sign of her victory. She slows and sits up as I jerk under her. Into her. I lower my legs, ready to see her gloat.

Nata flicks her gaze away from my face. "Done."

Not the words I'm used to hearing from my partners.

"Was it everything you imagined it to be?" I ask, defeated.

"Not expected. Planned." She lifts off and lies next to me. "And no."

Maybe I was more successful in my mission to make her enjoy herself than I thought. I fold my arms under my head and keep myself from shaking my foot in frustration. "Do tell."

"Can you speed it up next time?" Her words might as well be a fist punching me in the stomach.

I crackle my toes. "Are you planning to bring a timer?"

She pulls the cover over her torso, leaving her legs exposed. "Will it help?"

5.19.23

Author's Note

This is not the full chapter I was going to post, but I ran out of time due to some medical and life stuff and decided to post what I have, instead of nothing. If I feel better I'll edit the rest of the original chapter and post it as Chapter 28 over the week-end. But  I'm a mess, so no promises.

Love,

GR