"Abram," she breathed again, voice husky and edged with frustration. "What the fuck."
It was a reminder that we didn't have forever. I finally moved. I wanted to make her feel every second of this.
[Interruption risk 0%. Safe space confirmed]
I stepped closer, sliding one hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling the soft, trembling skin. My fingers brushed just beside her pussy, close enough that she could feel the heat of my palm, but not touching. Not yet.
She let out a shaky little sound and tried to shift her hips toward my hand. I pulled back just enough to deny her.
"Patience," I murmured, voice low. "I want to make this memorable."
Her eyes darkened. "You're fucking evil, Abram Nadez." But there was no real anger in it — only invitation, raw and open.
I smiled and finally let my fingers graze her. Just the lightest brush along her outer lips. She was soaked. My fingertips came away shining with her slickness.
May's breath hitched. "Fuck…" The word came out half laugh, half cry.
I moved in closer. Up close it was even more beautiful — puffy and flushed, clit peeking out from its hood, inner lips glistening and slightly parted like they were begging for mercy.
My fingers traced her vulva in light strokes, then her labia. When I reached her clit I felt her whole body pull tight. I started rubbing in slow, firm circles. She shivered hard, thighs tensing.
I used two fingers to gently part her folds, opening her completely to my gaze. Her entrance clenched visibly, another drop of wetness leaking out and sliding down toward her ass.
"This is pretty," I said quietly, almost to myself. "So fucking pretty."
She reached for my hand but before she could guide me, I slid my ring finger inside her. She stretched back, hands braced on the table behind her.
"Fuck," she gasped.
I curled it upward, searching for that soft spot. When I found it she let out a broken whimper. She had done so much to make this happen. I had to make it worth it.
I added my middle finger, stretching her slowly, pumping them deeper while my thumb kept rubbing her clit in steady circles.
Her thighs started trembling. She arched, her ribcage becoming more visible beneath her soft skin.
"Fuck— I'm— fuck, I'm close already—"
I didn't stop. I fucked her with my fingers faster, curling them exactly where she needed it, thumb pressing firmer on her clit.
Her whole body tensed. Then she came hard.
Her pussy clamped down around my fingers in rhythmic pulses, flooding my hand with fresh wetness. She tried to keep quiet but failed — a high, desperate moan tore out of her as her hips jerked against my hand.
My fingers kept moving, gentler now, drawing out every last tremor until she was shaking and gasping for air. Cum was already dripping from the tip of my cock, leaving wet spots on my trousers.
This wait was worth every second.
"My turn," May said, voice rough as she slid off the table.
Her hands worked my belt and zipper with practiced speed. "Let me see what you've got."
She tugged my trousers and boxers down. I stepped out of them, my cock springing free — hard, thick, already leaking steadily at the tip.
"Fuck," she laughed softly, biting her lower lip. "What the hell did you feed this thing outside the walls?"
She pushed me back until I was sitting on one of the chairs, then dropped to her knees between my legs. She looked up at me, eyes full of hunger and mischief.
Then she leaned forward and took me into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and sure. No hesitation.
She took me deep on the first stroke, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of my shaft, and I had to grip the armrests of the chair to keep from losing it right there.
[Charging]
She pulled back slowly, lips dragging along every inch, then took me again — faster this time, building a wet, relentless rhythm that had my hips lifting off the chair.
Her hand worked what her mouth couldn't reach, twisting and stroking in perfect sync. Every few seconds she'd look up at me with those dark eyes, checking my reaction, clearly enjoying the power she held in this moment.
"What is the probabi—" My words died as she took me even deeper, the head of my cock brushing the back of her throat.
She smiled around me and doubled down, hollowing her cheeks, sucking harder. My hand found her hair again, not pushing, just holding on as the pressure built low in my spine.
[Progression towards the next full Charge: 85% → 90% → 95%]
She released me with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my throbbing cock. I groaned, hips jerking as the first thick ropes of cum painted her face — across her cheek, her lips, a streak landing on her tongue as she opened her mouth for it.
[Charge: 600 | 6 Full Charges]
[Post-Climactic Surge Active now.]
The notification flared even before I had fully finished.
May stayed on her knees for a moment, laughing softly, clearly enjoying the mess she'd made of herself. She wiped a streak from her cheek with two fingers and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Then she rose, climbed onto my lap, and straddled me. The heat of her bare pussy pressed against my still-hard cock, skin on skin, slick and scorching.
I pulled her closer, one hand on her waist, the other sliding up to cup her breast. I leaned in and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the stiff peak. She moaned, grinding down against me as I switched to the other breast, biting gently, then soothing with my tongue.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in as she rocked her hips, sliding her wet folds along the length of my cock without letting me inside yet.
"Abram…" she breathed, voice shaky. "You're already hard again."
The surge was riding me hard. My body felt electric, every nerve alive. I could feel the power humming under my skin, the Post-Climactic Surge making me recover faster, stronger.
I gripped her ass with both hands and lifted her just enough to line myself up. The head of my cock nudged against her entrance, sliding through her slickness.
She looked down between us, watching.
"Put it in," she whispered. "I want to feel all of you."