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“Or I’ll…do fucking nothing because I agreed not to touch you.” His head fell back against the pillow and the bed frame creaked once again.

His arms were tense, the muscles standing out like he was a Grecian marble statue. Suddenly she wanted to touch him there, too.

Keeping hold of his dick with one hand, she scooted up and bent, lightly biting his biceps.

“Do it again,” he demanded.

She did, pressing her teeth against his flesh. This time she added pressure, biting down, feeling the hard muscle under soft skin, similar to the feel of his cock in her hand.

“That shouldn’t be that fucking sexy,” he growled.

She licked the teeth-marks she’d left, then kissed a path to his shoulder. She gently slid her hand up his cock, rubbing the head with her palm, and then stroking down his length once more. This time, after a quick squeeze to the base of his shaft she cupped his balls, feeling their weight in her hand and rolling them carefully against each other.

He was breathing hard, and when she sucked and nibbled his nipples, he stopped breathing all together.

Still working his cock with her hand, she laid her cheek on his chest, watching his face.

“Too much?” she asked softly.

“All I can think about is how I haven’t tasted your nipples or pussy yet. I’ve had my hands on you, but not my mouth.” He raised his head, looking at her. “Sit on my face.”

She tsked. “That’s not what we’re doing right now. I’m touching you.”

“Then touch my face with your pussy. I won’t even lick. I’ll stay still.”

She arched a brow.

“I’ll only lick a little,” he amended.

Colette smiled in genuine delight, even as her pussy throbbed.

“I could sit on your face. Let you lick me while I sucked your cock.”

“Yes. Good plan. Do that.”

She scooted back, until she once more knelt down by his knees.

“Wrong way. Come back up here.”

“I could,” she repeated. “But I won’t, because then I couldn’t watch your face as I did this.”

Bending forward, Colette took his cock in her mouth. Holding his gaze she took him deep. The tip of his cock slid against the roof of her mouth, then bumped the back of her throat. She gagged, but checked it, swallowing as she took him deeper still.

“Fuck!” The tendons in his neck stood out, and his face was lightly flushed. It was Landon the way she’d never seen him before, not exactly out of control, but not fully in control either.

She pulled up until just the head was in her mouth, circled it with her tongue, then took him deep again.

“Faster,” he commanded, but this order she disobeyed, maintaining a slow pace as she worked his dick with lips, tongue, and throat.

He thrust his hips up, trying to drive his cock into her mouth, but she moved with him, smiling around his hard flesh as he cursed.

Not that she didn’t love a good face fucking—as long as she trusted the man holding her head and cutting off her air supply with his dick—but that wasn’t what she wanted right now.

Still, his impatience was feeding hers, or maybe the pleasure of sucking him, of serving him in this way even if she was nominally in charge, was the reason her own control was at its limit. Her nipples ached and her pussy throbbed. She felt empty. Wanted his cock inside her, but not in her mouth.

Colette pulled back one last time, tracing the vein on the underside of his dick with the tip of her tongue.

Rising up on her knees, Colette hiked up her hem and swung her knee over his legs so she straddled his thighs.