It’s something in the sounds that breaks my control.  The break of breath, that little whine that’s somewhere between a whimper and a moan.  Somewhere in there I lose that grip on myself that she kneels and begs to be released.

She arches, twisting.  I’m minutes from replacing her fingers with mine, from spreading her wider, taking her, devouring her.

But before that I’ll surrender to the need to hear her beg.  If I can wait enough I’ll get to hear the wanton slickness of her cunt.  Because she needs it.  Needs to beg, plead, and earn her complete surrender.