“I like when you let me be in control. When you give yourself to me like this,” she says breathlessly.
Same, Seraphine.
“You will always be in control when we are together. You hold the power. What you want, you get.”
Her teeth sink into that plump bottom lip, and she smiles.
“You’re spoiling me.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
I run my hands up her thighs, up to her waist and then back down. Her skin is so soft, so beautifully flawless. Still warm from the hot tub.
“I may get used to it.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
She’s quiet for a moment, and we hold each other’s gazes as she rides me to her heart’s content.
“Can I make you come like this?” she whispers.
“You can.”
“Just like this?” she asks in a sultry tone, leaning forward to kiss my chest. I turn my head to the side, and she licks along my neck then nips at my jaw.
Fuck, I love when she’s all confident and take charge. So different from the meek woman I met a few months ago. I knew I saw that fire lingering beneath her skin, I knew that part of her wanted to be free. She only needed a safe space to do it, and I am so fucking grateful to be that for her.
“Yes, baby.” I groan again. “Just like that. Keeping going and I’ll fill your pretty pussy with all my cum.”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please. I want that.”
Knowing she wants me to come has me close, and instead of fighting it off like I normally would, because she hasn’t come yet, I give into it. I chase the pleasure, latching onto the feeling when it’s there and explode inside her.
She lifts her head to look down at me, and her gaze stays on mine as I come undone.
“That was so hot.”
“Yeah? What about this?”
Grabbing her hips, I lift her, urging her up my body and sliding down at the same time until her pussy is hovering over my face. She’s left a trail of my cum up my chest, but I’ll worry about cleaning us up later.
“Oh, God!”
Her hands slap the headboard, no doubt to stop herself from slamming into it. I lick her clean of my cum before giving all my attention to her swollen and needy clit. My fingers dig into her skin, and I need to remember to tell her that if I get too rough, she should tell me to stop. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t control what happens when she’s around. I truly get crazy.
She rocks her hips along my face, moaning and crying out. When she reaches her orgasm, it’s with a gush of cum and I swallow every goddamn drop, wanting more but knowing I won’t get it unless I give her a break. Her body is shaking and she’s laughing, trying to get off me, but I keep going, never wanting to stop.
Finally I give in, allowing her to fall to the side. Her laughing subsides, turning into heavy breathing. I roll over, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
“I love that you don’t mind getting messy with me,” I tell her.
“It’s fun,” she admits. “And I like that nothing else matters.”
“How do you mean?” I ask as I get up to wipe myself off with her discarded towel, then do the same for her.
“I like that I’m more important than the mess. That it doesn’t matter how dirty things get— or say, if something were to break.”
I get on the back, turning onto my back before pulling her to my side. She rests her hand on my chest, throwing her leg over mine.
