“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

Alice sighed happily, her fingers playing in her own wetness. He watched her, eyes dancing, as she rubbed her clit in circles, panting, eyes closing in blessed relief.

From somewhere below them, Alice thought she heard a growl, something animal-like, but she was too distracted to really care.

“Don’t come until I tell you.” He was watching her and enjoying it, she could tell.

She’d expected that command-Wade asked it of her often enough. She was practiced at keeping herself hovering at the edge of orgasm, sometimes for hours. She’d found the anticipation sweet, and the longer it went on, the better the reward.

She groaned when he slid out of her pussy but she waited expectantly for his next move. Her fingers never stopped rubbing her little clit though. He moved to straddle her chest, rubbing the wet head of his cock against her swollen red nipples. That made her gasp. Then he shifted further up, sliding off that lime-green covering. It didn’t snap off like a condom and she wondered at the soft mass it made next to them when he tossed it aside and pressed his cock to her lips.

“Suck it, Alice.”

So she did, using tongue and lips and the soft insides of her mouth to caress every glorious inch of him. It was a lovely time. She so enjoyed giving pleasure to a man this way, feeling the involuntary thrust of his hips, the low growl building in his throat.

Her pussy was so wet she was dripping juices down the crack of her ass. She had to stop rubbing so fast and instead just used her fingernail to graze her clit, back and forth, keeping herself at the edge of bliss.