He tipped back his head.
“I’ll take that as approval,” she said.
As he got harder, she stroked a little faster.
“I like doing this.”
After another couple dozen strokes, he knew he had to stop her before he spilled all over the floor.“That’s enough.”
“Put it in me?”
“Demanding sub.”
“I can see why you like to look, to watch.Will you take off your shirt?”
It was an interesting switch to be the subject of adoration.He’d never had a woman drink him in with such appreciation.“Are you objectifying me, Ms.McBride?”
“It would seem so,” she replied unapologetically.
He pulled up on his shirt, opening each button in turn.
“All men’s shirts should be made that way,” she said.
He shucked it then pulled off his T-shirt.
“Can we have a rule that you have to be naked if I am?”
“Nice try.”He captured her wrist and re-secured it in place.
“Now are you going to fuck me?”
He raised an eyebrow.“Is that a request, a question, or a demand?”
“I…”
“Rephrase it,” he suggested.“As a request.”
“Will you please fuck me, Cade?”Her voice was slower, more seductive—impossible to deny.
He fished a condom from his jeans’ pocket, tore open the packet then moved between her legs.Cade took the time to tease her back to arousal before tucking his hands beneath her to give her some support while he slid into her.
She moaned when he entered her.“Too much”—she shook her head—“you… The plug.”
“You can.”
“Cade!”She clenched her hands.
He pulled out before easing back in.
She dug her heels against the stirrups.“Never, never,” she protested.
“We can do this.”
“There’s nowe.”
“You,” he agreed.“You can do this.”He parted her buttocks to give him a little more room.“Better?”
“You’re too fucking big.”
