I'm frustrated for a moment. "S-stopasking," I stammer. "I want you to stop asking me what I want and just—just do whatyouwant."
He goes very still. "You'd like me to…take control?"
"Yes." The word gusts from me, I'm so relieved he finally gets it.
"Oh, I can definitely do that," he murmurs, before lowering his head to press a tender kiss to my throat. He kisses a trail down my chest, pausing to tease each nipple until I'm writhing under him. His hands span my ribs, keeping me in place, thumbs brushing the sides of my nipples in a torturous tease.
"You're so sensitive," he murmurs. "I could play with you for hours."
He dips his tongue into my navel and I gasp, fists twisting in the sheets. Each press of his lips against my skin brings a new wave of pleasure, leaves me craving more, desperate to explore this newfound intimacy.
I never imagined it could be like this.
Raw, intense—yes—I've had fantasies like that. But I never knew it could be tender and caring at the same time.
Raffi slides lower, mouthing at the jut of my hipbones, and then nuzzles against the crease of my thigh. Panic and longing war in me. I want this, want his mouth on me in the most intimate way, but the thought of it also worries me. Leaves me trembling.
The lack of control over my own body is frightening, but if I can't let go during, well,this, then there's no hope for me.
"Please…" I beg, my voice barely audible as Raffi's mouth ventures lower and lower. He drags my pajama pants down and I kick them off completely. The air feels cool against my flushed skin, but I forget all about that a second later at the first hot swipe of his tongue up my shaft.
I cry out, arching off the bed as sensation floods me, but Raffi holds my hips in an iron grip, pinning me down. "Stay right there." His lips brush against my belly. "You wanted me in control. So you just lie there and take what I plan to give you. Deal?"
"Yes," I whimper, fumbling for the right words. "But…I want you to…kiss me there."
I canfeelhis lips, brushing against my hard, hot flesh, as they shift into a smirk. "Kiss? Or suck?"
"Suck."
"Mm. I don't mind a little begging. But you need to be more specific, sweets. Tell meexactlywhat you want. Full sentence."
My cheeks burn, but I want him more than I want my dignity. "Suck my cock, Raffi. Please."
"You know what?" he sighs. "I've wanted to hear you ask me that for a long,longtime."
And then he wraps his lips around my tip, sending sparks through my entire body. His tongue traces slow, deliberate circles around my sensitive head as I struggle to keep from bucking my hips. He takes me deeper into his mouth inch by tantalizing inch, hands keeping me still, fingers pressing hard into my hips in warning if I try to wriggle around.
But I freeze on my own accord as Raffi's mouth engulfs me completely, sucking hard. My brain stops mid-thought as the sensations roll through me, until he pulls off, my cock slipping from his lips with a loud pop that makes me groan.
"You like that," he rasps, voice rough with desire. "And I like doing it. Maybe I'll do this all night, keep you on edge so I can listen to the sounds you make."
He ducks back down before I can reply, taking me deep. I feel the flex of his throat around me and it's too much—I'm going to come if he keeps this up. I tug at his hair in warning but he only moans around my flesh, the vibrations pushing me closer to the edge.
I tense up as his hands move lower, pulling my cheeks apart even as I clench them together. Oh, God, I don't know if I'm ready for?—
But when his fingers touch me, they're gentle, massaging my most secret place slowly and firmly, until I realize he doesn't mean to push inside, just…
Tease.
It doesn't take long after that, not once his fingers and his mouth find the right rhythm. I tangle my fingers in his hair as the buzzing in my belly reaches a crescendo, and I surrender to it, moaning loud and long despite myself.
Raffi doesn't miss a beat, swallowing every drop as I ride out the aftershocks of my first truly intimate experience, then lapping lazily at my softening flesh until I squirm away. He crawls up to gather me close, tucking my head under his chin. I can hear the rapid beat of his heart, feel the hard line of his arousal against my hip again.
I fight to catch my breath, the bliss gradually fading away into a gentle warmth and deep gratitude toward the man who made me feel that way. I've been thoroughly seduced, taken apart and put back together by Raffi's skillful hands and mouth.
And I always thought I'd be too shy to reciprocate, but I feel a deep urge to please him, to give him the same sensations he's given me.
Raffi tilts my chin up and kisses me again, slow and deep. I can taste myself on his tongue and the notion makes me dizzy. "Did you enjoy that?" he asks.
