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do so without my knowledge and consent, I also knew she’d reached a new plateau in her sexuality, and her libido was in overdrive. She could defy me even with the best intentions not to.
    Alexis’ pussy thrust so hard into me, I could feel my pants dampening. Talk about a cat being in heat. My kitten was on fire. She moaned when she could feel my erection. I didn’t want that stimulation, or I’d succumb and abandon her training. She was still new yet. I shifted my hand, positioning it under her sex. And oh, my god … She’s bare! She’d waxed again for me. That clever move almost had my resolution wavering. Her pussy was of soft pliant skin all over. And the heat emitting from it—
    Christ! I missed her.
    God, I miss it!
    I flitted my index finger a few times and then used it along with my middle and rubbed against her engorged clit. Alexis pumped into my hand, desperately grinding toward her release. When she got too excited, I pushed my hand further, slid into her canal. Jesus … I circled my fingers, all around. Eventually I swiped directly against her anterior g-spot that I’d discovered. Within seconds, her gyrations amped up. That familiar telltale sign her orgasm was cresting. My mouth stayed busy on her nipple, my heart raced at the sounds of her cries. Badly, I wanted to toss her onto the table inches in front of me and bury my face in her sex, eat it like the savage man I am. But I had to pace myself. This was for Alexis, not me.
    When I included my thumb to rub erratically on her swollen clit, Alexis’ core contracted against my fingers as she rode my hand, pushing her wet valley into me. In seconds, her ragged breathing turned into screams and her back shuddered so hysterically, I couldn’t keep her nipple in my mouth. As she moved into the slowing of her release, I halted my drives into her, but continued circling her nub. When her whimpers returned and body tensed even more, I slowed on that too, until I knew she could take no more. Wrung out, Alexis placed her head on my shoulder. I remained still, trying to curb my own acute need.
    That was incredibly sexy.
    She needed a brief delay. I was sure after going days without my touch, I had just exhausted her, and what she wanted now was for me to ravish her. As she rested, I calmed myself and leveled my body’s expectations. I knew that moment was over when Alexis’ arms sloped and went for the waist of my pants. I grabbed her at the wrists, pushing her back on my lap, preventing her from releasing me.
    Her head snapped up and lips were parted. Those lazy, post-release eyes questioned me. I took a moment to level our eyes, and express my adamancy. Then I took to her ear.
    “You checked out on me that day down in the sandbox, and while I’ve granted you a release, until we revisit that scene—down there—you will not get the real deal,” I susurrated.
    Alexis’ mouth dropped in surprise. Her eyes widened, almost erasing the slant from her drinking and orgasm. It had hurt me, physically, more than it was a blow to her fragile ego, but it had to be addressed. She was so new to this, but had to be trained. Once some women begin having vaginal orgasms, their taste for orgasms in general cultivate, segregating the two similar, yet vastly different sensations. My kitten wanted what I could provide her with my cock, and I would not grant her that.   
    Feeling the sting of the rejection, she lifted from my sodden lap. I watched the tantalizing jiggle of her rear cheeks as she exited the dining room, dejected. I took a moment to pull myself together before clearing the table and cleaning the kitchen. I reminded myself of Alexis’ need of being trained and why that was the right thing to do. The fact that she hadn’t even asked permission to come was justification alone. She needed progression in this thing.
    My last thought before turning down the lights was, ‘ At least I can tell my mother with pure honesty that Alexis made good on her lamb chops