He sat back in the chair completely spent, listening to the sound of her splashing water in the shower from the next room.  His body was completely relaxed after how she had treated him, and now he sat there naked, cock softening between his legs, completely drained.

One hour earlier:

The lights were off in the bedroom of his apartment.  The fire in the fireplace had burned low and the embers left a soft glow in the warm room.  It had been a long day and he had been waiting to finally have her here.

He sat back on the big chair as she walked over to him.  She crossed the room in the semi-darkness.  She was naked from the waist down, and her shirt barely covered her breasts, hard nipples clearly visible in the little light of the room.

His cock was mostly hard already, swollen and thick but not quite hard enough to stand at full attention.  His clothes sat in a discarded heap in the middle of the floor. 

She knelt between his legs and spit on his cock, taking it in her hand and stroking him, making him swell even further.

“You want to see my tits?”

“Oh yes,” he groaned in reply, enjoying her stroking.

“You’ve been staring at them all fucking day.”

He couldn’t argue with that.  Her body had been driving him wild.  He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her, to stop thinking about what he wanted to do to her.

She pulled her top down, popping her big tits free, giving each one a little squeeze in turn as she smiled up at him.

She put her hand back on his cock, massaging it as it lay across his stomach, rubbing his balls and his thighs.  “Let me get some oil.  I want to treat you real special tonight.”

She pulled out the plastic bottle and poured it over his cock, making it wet and slippery.  She took both hands and wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft, stroking him, one hand on top of the other.  She squeezed him tight, jerking him off with quick strokes. 

A big drop of precum came to the tip of his cock and she squeezed his oily shaft, making the drop bigger.  She kissed the tip of his cock, running her tongue around her lips to savor the taste of his juice.

One hand at the base of his cock, she used the other to stroke him quickly.  “I don’t want you cumming too quickly.  I better slow it down.” 

Taking his swollen cock in both hands again, she took a long stroke from tip to base, squeezing her hands tight around his shaft.  She took several long slow strokes, milking his cock.

Minutes passed with his hard cock in her hands.

“Maybe I should go a little faster,” she teased. “Does that feel good?”  She felt his body start to tense.

He moaned as she stopped and relaxed her grip. 

“Not yet,” she said, staring at him. “No cumming yet.”

How long had it been already?  It felt like his cock had been rock hard forever in her hands, but he didn’t want this to end.

She stroked him again, slowly, sliding her hands up and down his shaft.  He let out a satisfied groan as she started her down stroke.

She sped up again.  “How’s this?”

He had no words and could only leave out a pleasured moan in reply.

“You might get what you want,” she said as she increased her speed. “But maybe not yet.”  She released his cock.  It stood at attention in the air, twitching once as he held back his load.

He was so close, but he relaxed, letting the moment pass.  She had been stroking him for so long, milking his pleasure, stretching it out and keeping him on the edge.  It felt so fantastic.

“You better not cum yet.  Not yet,” she warned him, and wrapped her hand around his cock again, stroking him.  She made every stroke a little faster than the last.

“Stop, stop,” he said.  She released his cock and he tensed, holding back yet again.

“You better not fucking cum yet.”

His cock was so swollen, ready to explode at the slightest touch, her hand squeezing tight around the base.  His cockhead swelled, muscles pulsing, but he held back.

“Stroke it again,” he pleaded after a few moments of recovery.

She started slow, but then gave him a few quick strokes and stopped.  “You better hold it in.”

He did, so close to cumming.  A single drop of cum oozed from his slit, but he held back.  She put her finger to it and lifted it, a sticky salty string from cock to hand.  She lifted her finger and touched it to her tongue, savoring his taste.  She massaged his balls, letting him recover for a minute.

She started again, slowly. “I’ll go slow and gentle.”

He moaned in reply, eager for her touch again.

She slid her hands slowly over his cock, watching his cockhead disappear between her fingers.  She stared up at him “Control yourself.”

She stroked all the way to the base and back up to the tip.  “Not just yet.”

One hand at the base, she stroked him with the other.  He moaned for her.  “Hold it.  You can do this,” she encouraged.

How long had she kept his cock rock hard?  How long had she made him feel so good?  He longed for release.

She pointed his cock at her.  “I want your cum all over my tits.”

“Ooh,” was all he was able to moan in reply.  “Please.”

She held his swollen cockhead against her nipple, stroking him.  “I want a lot of cum.  I want you to cover me.” 

She felt his body tense, his rock hard cock swelling in her hands.  She picked up her pace even more, stroking him so quickly.  Finally she let him cum as he exploded, cum splattering her tits.  “Oh such a good load,” she cried in pleasure. 

She had never seen him cum so much before.  She milked every last drop from him onto her tits.  She rubbed his load into her skin, letting him watch her coat her big tits with his sticky sperm as he lay back exhausted.