Belle had leaned her head on my shoulder. Her hands holding my shoulder blades tightly. She seemed in deep concentration as she continued her rhythmic sliding and pelvic rocking.
Lilith finally spoke, “I think that’s close enough for now my dear. Please lift yourself off him. *Now*.”
I had been mesmerized by the flood of sensations and hadn’t really been aware of the pulsing response of my cock under Belle’s movement. I very well might have released if not for the apparently scripted interruption.
Belle pushed herself back down my lap toward my knees. She saw my cock straining and bobbing, so close to orgasm. She grabbed it with her left hand, fingers below and thumb above. She squeezed to prevent release and slapped the head three times in quick succession. The throbbing ceased.
She looked back over her shoulder at Lilith, who smiled slightly and blinked a signal. She maintained her grip on my cock as she slid back to her knees. She rotated her left hand and met it with her right, her thumbs pressed on either side of my frenulum. Under her firm pressure a small droplet wept out. Belle’s eyes met mine and she shot me a sly smile as she moved her mouth near the tip of my cock. She poked out her tongue and licked the drop then kissed the the top of the head.