The Room Was wet with Heat and starting of almost SEX now!!
He dipped his fingers into the Lube, which he took from the nearby wooden table letting the slow drip trail across her skin.
The cool sensation made Maya's whole body jolt, every droplet a tiny spark against her nerves.
He didn't rush. Daniel never rushed.
He got experience! Duh mannn!
"You feel that?" he murmured, voice like dark, against her ear.
"Every drop. Every second. It's mine to give… or to take away."
"Daniel… please—" Her voice cracked, caught between a plea and a sigh.
He pressed himself against her just enough for her to feel the hard,
Insistent weight of him through their clothes, pulsing with restraint.
From behind his throbbing hard length pulsing against her ass!
Not enough to satisfy. Just enough to torment.
"Not yet," he whispered, lips brushing her skin. "You haven't earned it."
Her breath hitched, her body arching, straining to close the space he kept denying her. "I'm begging you. Please, I need—"
"What do you need?" His hand gripped her hip firmly, pinning her still.
"Say it. Use your words."
Maya bit her lip, shame and desire burning through her, but the ache was too much.
"I need… you."
"That's not good enough." He dragged the tip of his tongue slowly along her shoulder, deliberate and slow enough to make her tremble.
"Be specific."
Her whole body quivered, the words fighting their way up her throat.
"I need… all of you, inside me, riding roughly,," she whispered, broken and desperate.
His low chuckle rumbled against her back, triumphant.
"There it is. The dirty, Filthy truth!."
Her face flushed hot, her breath ragged.
"Please, Daniel.
Don't make me wait anymore."
He leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear, his voice a dark purr.
"Oh, princess… begging looks so beautiful on you."
For a heartbeat, she thought he would finally give in ,
but instead, his hand slipped lower,
teasing her with infuriatingly slow,
deliberate strokes that gave her everything and nothing at once.
She gasped, the sound raw and unfiltered.
"Daniel!"
"Louder," he commanded softly, fingers still drawing maddening patterns against her skin.
"Let me hear how badly you want me."
Her sound tore through the room ,a desperate, trembling mix of frustration and longing , echoing MOANS !!off the walls.
And Daniel, smug and unshaken, whispered the final knife-edge of denial against her ear:
"You'll have me when I decide. Until then… you'll beg."