The kisses were wet and sloppy and Hope knew what came next, too. Even though her body had had orgasms, it wasn't the same as having him inside her; it was a little addicting, listening to him coax himself to the edge, helping him do it, and then feeling him stop. She knew he liked it, loved it even, that feeling of not coming, but she also liked the way his cock felt inside her. As much as she said she didn't like edging for herself, she was part of it, too, when she let him tease her. This was something she liked.
"Good boys don't come," she reminded him tenderly, fingers stroking through his hair as she pulled back to look into his eyes. "Good boys stay hard and needy and don't come unless they're told they can."
Her saying the words to him so lovingly, so sweetly, made him feel drunk. He nodded, biting his lip as he shifted into place, then letting out a shaky moan as he pushed into her. "Oh, fuck, good boys don't come," he whimpered, slowly rocking against her.
"Such a good boy, aren't you," she said with a soft kiss, tasting herself again. "Good boys stay hard, so hard, so they can edge themselves and stay needy. Hard cocks that don't come," she murmured against his lips, legs locked around his thigh as she rocked up against him. She was so wet and so hot, just from his mouth that she couldn't stop the soft moan as he pressed into her. "My good boy."
Quentin edged and edged inside her, until he couldn't talk anymore, until he couldn't think, until there was nothing but her and the ache. He took longer breaks as needed, but eventually, as he pressed inside her again, he just whimpered and pulled back immediately.
"Can't," he managed to gasp into her shoulder, clutching her close and shaking. He'd been shivering for a bit, and it was only getting worse.
He nodded, keeping his arms around her and away from himself. He turned his head, giving his sweaty face some cool air. Once he was over the shivers a shower was definitely in order. "Fuck, it hurts," he whined softly. "Hurts so fucking good, my lady, thank you, thank you for..."
Quentin didn't know how to articulate anything this complex right now, really, so he fell back on something reliable. "Good boys don't come," he whispered. "Good boys don't come."
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"Good boys don't come," she reminded him tenderly, fingers stroking through his hair as she pulled back to look into his eyes. "Good boys stay hard and needy and don't come unless they're told they can."
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"Can't," he managed to gasp into her shoulder, clutching her close and shaking. He'd been shivering for a bit, and it was only getting worse.
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It's gentle and she presses her lips to his temple, then the top of his head. "Lay with me. Don't touch yourself."
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Quentin didn't know how to articulate anything this complex right now, really, so he fell back on something reliable. "Good boys don't come," he whispered. "Good boys don't come."