“Well this feels slightly creepy then, My Tamer.” He leans back against the steps, watching my every move with close attention.
I pull my dress up and lower myself between his legs, letting the old wooden board meet my bare knees instead of the pale material of my skirt. My palms push against his strong thighs and silence presses against my chest until all I can hear is the demanding sound of my heart.
“Unzip your pants.” At the sound of my command, heat flares in his cold eyes.
Steady fingers take their time undoing his jeans. My core aches when his clothes lower to reveal every inch of his hard cock. Along the low collar of my shirt, I brush my breasts against his erection as I lean forward, letting the smooth skin of the tip of his dick skim against my chest, abdomen, and hips before my lips press against his. A heavy breath leaves him before he kisses me harder. My teeth lightly nip at his lip and then I pull back abruptly.
His eyes dilate in the golden lighting as he looks up at me with confusion in his gaze.
“Not yet, Rime.” My taunting tone repeats what he’s said to me countless times now. I lift my body until only my skirt skims against his length. His watchful eyes hold on me. His palms raise slightly but then he fists them hard against his thighs, forcing himself not to touch me.
The way his throat works to swallow hard pulls my attention, and I lean forward just enough to kiss him there on his neck, slowly at first. It’s just a gentle press of my lips. And then my teeth. And then my tongue.
A groan shakes through him as his head tilts for me. My fingers push up his soft shirt and sneak underneath and they arch lightly against his pecs, letting my sharp nails rake down, down, down his hard body. Another growling sound hums through his chest as I lower my head to kiss the faint red lines scratching down his stomach.
His knuckles tighten on his thighs when I’m poised just above him, and white frost lines his fists. I can’t help but take my time. I’ve never felt more powerful, more in control, more undeniably sexy than I do right now.
Soft skin meets my lips. His thickness parts my mouth and the salty taste of him swirls against my tongue as I tease him slowly.
“Fuck, Arlow.” I hum at the sound of my name rasping against his voice and it only makes him groan more from the feel of my approval.
I slide down his length as far as I can go until he hits that back of my throat. When I come back up, I flick my tongue against his tip once more and it seems to be his breaking.
Long fingers are cold against my scalp as he fists my hair tightly. I stroke my mouth over and over and over again until he throbs against my tongue.
And just before I think he’ll come, he tugs my hair hard, dragging me away from him. He’s panting with ragged breaths when he meets my gaze.
My lips part to ask him why he stopped me when he cuts me off.
“Come here, My Tamer.” He bites out the harsh demand. His palm slips down my arm before pulling at my hand.
Energy tightens low in my stomach, my breath catching in my lungs.
I love the demanding sound of his voice.
“Please come here.”
Fuck I love the desperate sound of his voice even more.
Higher I lift my skirt. I push down my underwear before standing. My thighs shift over his until I’m straddling him in the small space of the cellar. His fingertips are cold when they dig into the curve of my ass. He lifts me slowly, and his lashes lower slightly as he focuses on the way my lips part when his cock brushes against my slickness.
Slowly I sink down. His length strains against me inch by inch. Our hips meet just right, making my lashes flutter until I can barely keep them open. Tighter his fingers dig into my skin, holding me hard against his shaft as he grinds against my pussy.
And still we watch one another, gasping and groaning the whole time. He holds me so tightly against him that every hard thrust of his hips has nowhere to go but against my clit.
A sensual and consuming feeling blooms through me as I try to hold his gaze, my orgasm tightening within me, ready to release.
“Rime.” My brows tense as I speak his name with unspoken words lingering between us.
His lips brush mine. “Shh.” He shakes his head just slightly, kissing me slowly.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks me harder.
“Rime, I…” Energy climbs through me like I’ve never felt.
“Don’t say it, Arlow.” His eyes look right into me. Into every part of me.
My mouth parts and hovers over his as he slams into me harder and harder and harder.
