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I let her make me wait.
It was the worst and best ninety minutes of my life. She made me lie on the bed with my hands behind my head and not move them. Then she took her time. She kissed my neck and my chest and the line of hair below my navel and stopped, every time, just before she got anywhere important. She sat astride my thighs in her black lace and rocked, slowly, so I could feel how warm she was through the fabric, and laughed when I groaned.
“Patience,” she whispered. “You’ve waited six years. What’s another hour?”
She stroked me with her fingertips. Barely touching. She licked once, just the tip, and then sat back and drank a sip of my wine while I swore at the ceiling.
“Tess. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please anything.”
She took off her bra. She let me look but not touch. She told me, in a low voice right against my ear, exactly what she’d thought about doing to me at Gemma’s twenty-fifth. In detail. While her hand moved slowly, so slowly, round my cock.
I came all over my own stomach with a shout before she’d even taken her knickers off.
She laughed so hard she fell off the bed.
“That’s a no-refund policy, I’m afraid,” she said from the floor. “Same time next month?”
I booked her for the following Friday.
Ending 5 of 16: The Long Tease. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.