Lost in what she was doing to herself and to him in turn, she missed his eyes dropping to her breasts and instead played more with herself, biting her lower lip until she felt it sting. Abi was now the one who had to keep herself calm, relax and breathe like she’d told him to do in the first place. Ernest wasn’t the only one who had a tendency to get carried away with her power struggle.
Abi was purposefully measured in her storytelling too, though, she knew he would have insecurities about his own abilities but really she wasn’t lying either. He was better as a lover than any man she’d ever slept with and he knew her body and her soul better than Caroline so in her head, he was the best. “I am a fucking Queen,” she said, squeezing his cock in her hand just slightly. “I am the fucking Queen, Hemingway, don’t you ever forget it…” she was in full-blown goddess mode, tripping on the power she held over him.
At her own breaking point, Abi nodded and lost her voice, “Touch me, God, Ernie, you better make me come on your mouth in the next five minutes or there’ll be consequences.”