My milf rebate system: starting with my best friends mother

Chapter 47: Massaging miss stephaine 2

Stephanie’s moan was loud in the quiet room. Her walls clenched around the intrusion. He curled his fingers and found the spot that made her thighs jump, rubbing it in steady, deliberate circles while he continued to suck and bite lightly at her breasts. The system amplified every sensation until her breathing turned into short, helpless sounds. Oil and slickness coated his hand. He added a third finger and stretched her wider, still keeping the pace controlled, still denying her the fast friction that would push her over.

Her hands finally found his shoulders, nails digging in. "Faster... please..."

He did not go faster. He only kept the deep, grinding pressure inside her while his mouth moved to the other breast, leaving the first nipple wet and dark. The wet sounds of his fingers working her filled the space between them. Stephanie’s hips rolled harder, chasing the release he was carefully holding just out of reach.

Logan lifted his head and watched her face as he scissored his fingers inside her, stretching, then curling again. Her eyes were glassy. A thin sheen of sweat mixed with the oil on her chest. He could feel how close she already was, how the system-fed sensitivity had turned ordinary touch into something almost unbearable.

He leaned down once more, mouth close to her ear, fingers still buried deep and moving with that same relentless, measured rhythm.

"Not yet," he said quietly. "I’m going to take my time with every part of you before I let you come. And when I do, it’s going to be on my cock, not my hand."

Stephanie’s walls fluttered hard around his fingers at the words. Her breath hitched. She was right on the edge, body trembling, thighs open and shaking, and he still had not even removed his clothes.

Logan kept his fingers buried deep inside her, curling and pressing against that sensitive place with steady, unhurried strokes while his thumb finally settled over her clit. He rubbed in slow circles, just enough pressure to make her thighs jump, never enough to let the climax take her. Stephanie’s hips rolled hard against his hand. Oil and her own slickness made every movement wet and filthy. Her full breasts rose and fell with each shaky breath, nipples still dark and wet from his mouth.

He watched her face the entire time. The system fed another quiet pulse of heightened sensation through her nerves, turning the simple friction of his fingers into something that made her moan openly. Her walls clenched and fluttered around him. She was so close that the smallest change in rhythm would have pushed her over. He deliberately slowed instead, drawing his fingers almost all the way out before sliding them back in to the knuckles.

"Logan... please..." Her voice cracked on the word.

He only leaned down and took one heavy breast into his mouth again, sucking the nipple deep while his fingers kept that same controlled pace. His free hand squeezed the other breast hard enough to leave faint marks in the oiled skin. Stephanie’s back arched. Her nails dug into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. He could feel her starting to shake, the climax coiling tighter and tighter with nowhere to go.

Only when her breathing turned into short, broken sounds did he pull his fingers free. She made a soft, desperate noise at the sudden emptiness. Thick wetness clung to his hand. He brought it up and rubbed two glistening fingers across her lower lip. She opened without being told, tongue sliding out to taste herself. He pushed the fingers deeper, letting her suck them clean while he finally began unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand.

The moment the fabric left his torso Stephanie’s eyes dropped to the hard outline straining against his trousers. He stood long enough to strip completely. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. Stephanie’s gaze locked on it. He climbed back onto the table between her open thighs, the head of his cock resting heavily against her slick folds without pushing in. He rocked once, sliding the length up and down between her lips, coating himself in her wetness and the leftover oil. Every pass dragged over her swollen clit. Her hips lifted to meet him, trying to catch the tip and take him inside.

He denied her that too. He kept the slow, grinding friction going until her thighs trembled on either side of his hips. Only then did he reach down, line himself up, and push the thick head inside her. Stephanie’s mouth opened on a long, low moan as he sank deeper, stretching her open inch by inch. He did not rush. He gave her the full length in one continuous, controlled thrust until his hips met hers and he was buried to the base.

The heat of her was almost overwhelming. He stayed still for several long seconds, letting her feel every pulse of his cock inside her while the system amplified the sensation for both of them. Stephanie’s walls clenched rhythmically around the intrusion. Her hands slid down his back and gripped his ass, trying to pull him even deeper.

He began to move with long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room. Oil made everything slicker. He kept the pace measured at first, grinding against her clit on every inward thrust, watching the way her heavy breasts swayed with the motion. When her moans grew louder he shifted the angle, lifting her hips slightly so he could drive deeper and hit that same sensitive place his fingers had found earlier.

Stephanie’s eyes rolled back. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He leaned down and braced his weight on his forearms, chest pressed to her soft breasts, and fucked her with steady, powerful thrusts that made the massage table creak. Her moans turned into short, helpless cries against his neck. He could feel her getting closer again, the flutter of her walls growing stronger with every stroke.

Just before she could tip over he slowed once more, almost stopping, keeping only the thick head inside her while he reached between them and rubbed her clit with two fingers. The sudden dual stimulation made her cry out. Her nails raked down his back. He held her right there on the edge for nearly a full minute, rubbing and teasing while his cock barely moved inside her, until her entire body was shaking and her voice had gone hoarse from begging.

Only then did he pull out completely. Stephanie made a broken sound of protest. He climbed off the table, gripped her hips, and flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth motion. She landed with a soft gasp, ass raised. He pulled her back so her knees rested on the edge of the table, then stepped in behind her and sank his cock back into her from behind in one hard thrust.