I waited.
“Because you’re one of those women who spends her days making all the decisions, carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders … and you don’t want to think when it comes to sex. You need someone to tell you where to stand, when to bend over, and how loud to scream.”
My breathing grew ragged as my arousal intensified.
He was right.
He was so goddamn right.
“You don’t have a ‘me problem.’ You just want a domineering bastard in your bed.” He took a step toward me. “Domineering bastard at your service and happy to oblige. Now take off the bra.”
I unclipped it and let it drop to the floor.
My nipples puckered in the cool air and Ramsay’s tongue touched his lower lip like he was imagining taking them into his mouth.Yes, I almost begged.
Instead I waited for his next order.
He bridged the distance between us, his cock a heated prod against my stomach. Gripping the back of my neck, he tilted my head with a slight jerk that made me whimper, a wanton sound he muffled as he crushed his mouth over mine to kiss me. Hungrily. His beard abraded my skin, and I pressed my hands to his chest, curling my fingernails into his pecs as I held on, trying to meet his voracious kiss with my own.
God, he was even dominant in that.
It turned into a battle until I nipped his lip in aroused frustration and he released me, only to grip my face between his fingers and thumb. He studied me, breathing harshly against my lips.
“Are you going to play nice?”
Feeling wetness against my stomach where his cock pushed into me, I smirked. “I think you like me a little rebellious.”
He grunted and released me. “Lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
Skin flushed hot, I didn’t even bother to countermand him. I was beyond ready.
I lowered my ass to the bed and slowly pushed backward until I was in the middle of it. My breath caught as Ramsay stroked himself in languid, loose-fisted pulls, watching me as I lay back on his bed, my arms bent, hands at either side of my head. Then I opened my thighs.
“Wider.”
As another flood of wet surged, I stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Never in my life had I been this turned on.
“Look at me.”
I lowered my gaze to his.
“Keep your eyes on me as I eat your pussy.”
A little hiss of need escaped.
“No touching or I stop.”
I nodded in agreement, though my brow wrinkled in confusion.
Did he not like to be touched?
“You’ll touch me when I want you to touch me,” he said as if he’d read my mind. “Just not right now.”
I nodded again, too breathless to speak.
Then he was on the bed, his big hands pushing my thighs even wider. He reached beyond me for a pillow, and I huffed with impatience as he propped my hips on it to give him better access.
Then his lips were soft, gentle even, on my inner thigh, his beard tickling the sensitive skin there.
