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satisfaction as he pushed into me.
    His weight pressed me down into the mattress, laying me down with my legs dangling off the edge, one of his feet planted on the floor and the other knee on the bed. His hands pulled on my hips to drive into me, pushing the rolling pressure of my rising orgasm into a series of small detonations. I was close already, within a dozen thrusts rising to the peak of climax...
    I gasped in surprise when his weight abruptly vanished, his presence within me absent. He'd sensed how near I was and pulled out.
    "God fucking damn it, Shane!" I lunged for him. "I was so close! Come back! You already got me back for teasing you."
    Shane laughed and climbed onto the bed, lifting me towards the head. I scrambled backward and reached for him to pull him down to me, but he resisted.
    "Oh, no. That was all just for fun." He leaned over me, kissed me, and the tip of his cock nudged into my thigh, smearing sticky wetness along my inner thigh. I pushed my hips toward him, seeking him, wanting him to press back inside me.
    "I'm gonna punish you for making me beg." He touched a finger to me as he spoke, slipped it inside and curled toward my G-spot. "I'm gonna make you pay, Leo. You'll beg me to let you finish."
    I felt a rush of genuine fear, then. I was already feeling the ache, the burgeoning pressure on my loins from unfulfilled need, and now he was threatening to make it worse? Oh hell.
    Thoughts were banished as he stroked the insides of my walls, then retreated to circle my stiff nub. I pushed into his fingers, rising, rising, so close, yes, so close...and then he stopped, traced a finger up my stomach and tweaked one nipple, then the other. He pinched, pulled, and caressed my breasts, kissed them, licked them, increasing the pressure between my thighs but not letting me nearer climax.
    I knew his game, then, and was determined to ride it out without pleading. He had begged; I wouldn't. I could wait him out.
    He moved up and kissed my mouth, nipped my chin and my earlobe, and then pressed a long, slow series of nibbling kisses down to my belly. He kissed each hipbone, then licked the crease between my leg and pubic area, which I'd shaved smooth. He traced each labia with his tongue, then probed the entrance, soft, slow licks that had me stifling gasps and swallowing moans. He took my hips in his hands and pressed his mouth to my opening and circled my clit with the tip of his tongue. I began to hope he'd abandoned his game as I neared climax once more, the pressure mounting and building, his finger slipping in beneath his mouth to swipe my walls and slide against my G-spot, and then I was mere seconds away, one lick, one stroke, one well-placed flick of his tongue from exploding....
    But he stopped.
    I nearly cried out, then. He smirked at the desperate writhing of my hips, the way I clutched his back and clawed my fingernails ungently down his spine, hard enough to make marks, surely, if not draw blood.
    "I'm so close, Leo," Shane said, kneeling above me. "I might let you come, if you help me out first."
    I glared up at him, refusing to rise to his bait. The problem was, his massive manhood was right above me, begging to be touched, and I thought maybe I could trick him, get myself off just by making him come. It was worth a try, surely. I reached for him, got a hand around him and pulled him down. He let me touch him, let me take him in my mouth and suck, just a little, and then he pulled away.
    It took effort. I could see the strain in the bulging of his muscles, the veins throbbing and the gritting of his teeth. He was close. It wouldn't take much, I didn't think, but he kept himself out of reach, then. He changed tactics, bringing us both away from the edge by kissing my body in non-sensual places. He kissed my arms, the crook of my elbow, my side, my shoulders, my neck, and even though the placement of the kisses weren't in erogenous zones, it still heightened my anticipation, still added to the