“Don’t get shy now,” I told her with a smirk. “It doesn’t suit you.”
Quentin Scott wasn’t a shy creature. She was ambitious and strong. No matter how many times I’d thought of her as weak. I’d watched the way she took on obstacles in her life, and it’d only strengthened my need for her.
“I’ve thought about you being in here more than I’d care to admit,” she told me.
There she was. Meek and mild and domesticated wasn’t her style. She couldn’t hide for long behind those walls.
“And tell me exactly what you think of me doing when I’m in here,” I coaxed, moving us away from the door.
Perching on the edge of her bed, I took her in as she stood before me. There was something maddening about Scott’s body and the way her curves were unapologetically present.
“I think about you touching me.”
“How?” I asked, dragging my gaze up her frame and to her face.
She picked the thin strap of her dress off one shoulder and let it fall down her arm before doing the same to the other until her chest was exposed.
I drank her in greedily. The confident nature she possessed was something I admired, but it surprised me that it translated into the bedroom.
Scott wiggled out of the dress, and it dropped to the floor before she stepped out of the pool of material. She was a mass of black hair and bare skin, apart from the black lace that covered my goal.
“You touch me carefully, because you think I might break,” she informed me.
Getting up from the end of the bed, I stalked towards her. It was difficult to see her like this and not touch her. My lips found her jaw and Scott tilted her head, letting me move the kisses up to her ear.
“But you refuse to be broken,” I whispered in return.
“I won’t break, Gray,” she replied.
Her fingers started to undo the buttons of my shirt, but I caught her hands.
“You aren’t naked,” I told her.
“More than you are.”
“Do as I say, Scott.”
My fingers ghosted over one of her nipples, suddenly pinching it hard. The gasp that came from her slipped into a moan, and my lips twitched into a smirk.
“You’re going to show me how you cum when I’m the only thought inside your head,” I said.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because if you please me, then I’ll do the same for you. Isn’t that what you want?”
I looked down at her and knew she was past the point of turning me away now. Instead of answering me, Scott pushed her knickers past her hips and let them drop to the floor. She waltzed past me to make her way to the bed, and I turned slowly on the spot and watched her.
As she laid down on the bed, I unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt and said, “Show me how you touch yourself.”
I moved towards the end of the bed and Scott looked up at me from under her lashes, biting down on her plump bottom lip.
“Show me,” I commanded, restless with waiting.
The strength of the order was undeniable, and Scott opened her legs, displaying herself to me. My gaze travelled down her body as my trousers became uncomfortably tight.
“Use your hands and show me. I want to see how you think I should touch you.”
Scott licked her lips, moving her hands down her body and along her thighs before touching her wet core and letting out a breathy gasp. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she spoke quietly.
