You’ll Understand–2
He looks down to where I’m rubbing my legs together and a smirk lifts his lips. “You are more than welcome to touch yourself.”
My breath catches.
“I’m more than happy to fall asleep to the sound of your fingers rubbing your pussy.”
My nipples harden, and I tighten my hands into fists to stop myself from touching them.
“I love watching, too.”
My tongue runs across my lips and I notice how the heat in his eyes increases tenfold, a bead of cum dripping from his cock. The worst thing about all of this is that he wants me just as bad, but this is part of the fun for him.
This is part of the pleasure. The teasing, the torture, the pain.
“I think,” I whisper, swallowing to keep my voice steady. “I think I’m going to sleep in my
room.”
He smiles at that, tilting his head. “You do that, baby, and this will take a lot longer.”
I grunt, and it only makes his smile widen. I gather my resolve and, with a huff, I make
my way to the other side of the bed and crawl under the sheets. Zaid looks down at me in
his bed, studying me for a moment before clicking off the light and settling beside me.
We lay in the silence for a few minutes, and I close my eyes, blowing out a steady stream of air to calm the nerves that are igniting my skin.
Zaid rolls toward me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling against his chest. My leg holds onto his hip and I feel the head of his cock on my clit.
Heat boils through me and we both exhale, moaning. My heart hammers in my chest, wondering if he’s finally given up, if this is too much for him and he needs to fuck me as much as I need him to fuck me.
“Go to sleep,” he whispers in my ear.
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You’ll Understand-2
I throw my head back, groaning in disappointment. “I can’t sleep like this.”
“Like what?” He teases.
“Empty,” I breathe out.
He hardens even more between us and he flips us, so I’m on my back and he’s over me, his cock pressing against my clit. He thrusts and my stomach tightens, my skin breaking out in goosebumps.
His lips find mine in the darkness, his tongue sweeping in my mouth as he rubs his cock between my legs. His breathing turns heavy, slow and small grunts leave his mouth.
The burning inside of me is growing, leaving my lungs in pain as if I can’t breathe. I want him; I want him so much. I didn’t know it was possible to want someone so much.
He grabs my hand and places it between my legs. I shake my head. “No, please.”
He lifts his head, his hand cupping my jaw as he continues to thrust. “Finish it, baby.”
I rub my clit. The pleasure is so heightened that it hurts. “Please, Zaid. I want to feel full.”
He moans, burying his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby.”
I increase the pressure of my hand, knowing that this is the only way I’m going to orgasm tonight. “Why won’t you fuck me?”
He smiles, his brow twitching as he quickens the pace of his hips. “You have to say the
words.”
My orgasm is so close, so close I’m struggling to speak. “Say that I want you to fuck me?”
His eyes caress the side of my face before he sadly shakes his head. The look in his eyes is so beautiful, my chest aching at the sight. I press my fingers harder against my clit and
I’m about to fall over.
My body shatters, my spine and legs shuddering as I moan beneath him.
“You’ll understand soon,” Zaid whispers against my hair just as I fall asleep.
