“Leave the tie,” she commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” I loved this side of her, decisive and a little bossy.
She rolled her eyes, unbuttoning my shirt and slowly peeling it off my body as she kissed up my chest. My slacks were unfastened and hung loosely on my hips. Her nails skated up my bare stomach, and I sucked in a quick breath as my abs twitched.
She dropped to her knees, stunning me to silence. She tugged down my pants and boxers, grasping me firmly as her lips closed around mytip. I tilted my head back at the feel of her hot, wet mouth.
Fuck, she felt good, but we’d agreed“ladies first”. So why the hell was she on her knees in front of me, taking my cock into her mouth like a champ?
Was she testing me?
Shit.
The desire to thread my fingers through her dark hair and fuck her mouth surged through me, but I somehow mustered up enough self-control to step back, my cock sliding past her lips.
I wasn’t going to break her rules. After feeling her mouth on me, I definitely didn’t want this to be a onetime thing.
I looked down at her, my thumb wiping her smudged mascara. “This isn’t what we agreed to, princess. You come first.”
I pulled her up off the floor and spun her so her back was to me. I cupped her breasts in my hands over the fabric of her dress, squeezing and kneading them while I sucked at her neck, not caring a bit if I left a mark for everyone to see. She writhed against me with a quiet whimper.
My fingers crept up to her zipper, dragging it down slowly. My lips were at her neck, my teeth nipping at the space right above her collarbone. She shivered as my hands slid under the silky fabric to her stomach. The dress hit the floor, and I unhooked her bra with a practiced flick of my fingers, watching it drop to the carpet.
I looked at her intently. She was perfection. Her dark gaze was wide and a little guarded. Her lips parted and her breaths came in short little pants as my hands explored her. And then my mouth was on her again, tasting the chlorine on her skin as I took my time to savor every part of her.
She crawled into the bed, and I groaned at the sight of her ass on display, wanting desperately to make her stay just like that so I could fuck her fast and hard. I let out a shaky breath and crawled in after her, my tie still hanging around my neck. My lips coasted up her thighs, pausing as I gripped the top of her thong and pulled it off, leaving her bare beneath me. My fingers slid over her, and I moaned when I felt how wet she was for me.
She was soft and pliant under my touch, but she’d gone quiet like she was in her head instead of in this moment with me. This was supposed to be fun for both of us. She would never relax and enjoy herself if she kept overanalyzing everything.
“I can practically hear you overthinking,” I said, glancing up at her face. She bit her lower lip and glanced down at me with a worried look. What was she afraid of?
“What do you want, princess? I want to make you feel good. Tell me what you need,” I said, putting her in charge again.
I couldn’t imagine anything I wouldn’t give her tonight if she asked for it. I was spellbound, completely entranced by her.
Her eyes widened in surprise, like no one had ever bothered asking her what she wanted.
I hovered over her, waiting for her to answer, dying to touch her more, to taste her, but also wanting to hear her say it, to tell me exactly what she wanted, how she wanted it. There was something irresistible about a woman who knew what she wanted and asked for it.
She chewed her lower lip, hesitant to express what she needed.
“Say it, Eve.”
“I want your tongue on me.”
Fuck yes.
I growled in need as I dove into her pussy. My tongue licked up her slit, and I moaned at the taste of her. So fucking sweet.
“You taste even better than I remember,” I groaned, spreading her open for me.
She gasped out a laugh as I flicked my tongue over her clit. I explored her with my tongue until she was whimpering, fingers tangling in the sheets, her hips tilting up to meet my mouth. I gripped her ass, pulling her harder against me as I sucked on her, nipping gently.
I loved those little squeaks she made when I sucked harder and dug my fingers into the flesh of her backside.
She was enjoying herself. But I wanted more. I wanted her panting and begging, demanding more and then screaming out her release when I gave her exactly what she wanted.
I knew Eve. She was going to make me work to wring this orgasm out of her. But fuck if I didn’t love a challenge. I’d stay buried in her pussy all night if that’s what it took to get her there.
