“Since I first met you, all those months ago.”
“Why?” The back of her head thumps against the headboard as I move the vibrator further up her leg.
“Because it’s you.”
“We shouldn’t do this,” She whispers, eyes fluttering closed, and I pause, waiting for her to tell me to stop. “We shouldn’t, but I don’t want you to stop.”
“Why shouldn’t we do this, Sloane?” I question, continuing up her leg, “Give me one good reason.”
“It’s crossing a line,” She sighs, her muscles shaking. I’m at her knee now, but I’m itching to get to that glistening spot beggingfor my touch. I can already picture how she’ll jerk at the first touch, the sound she will make.
“And how do you figure that?” I press.
“You’re my boss, oh fuck,” She gasps as I move up the sensitive skin of her upper thigh, “But maybe just while I live here. Just for now.”
I lean forward and brush the inside of her knee with my lips, her skin pebbling with the touch. “As long as you want it.” I move further up her leg with my mouth, keeping the vibrating toy where it is on her upper inner thigh.
“When — when I move back out,” She gasps when my tongue sneaks out for a taste of her. I want more. So much more. “It’s going to stop.”
Fuck no.
If I have my way, Sloane willneverleave.
I move my mouth away and look toward her pussy, moving the toy so it whispers against her clit in the barest of touches. She bows off the bed, and I can’t help but grin.
That’s right, baby, your body is mine.
She lets out the prettiest moan as I press the head of the vibrator firmer to her. This fucking sling is restricting me.
“Dean, fuck,” She moans, “More.”
God fucking damn.
I need this damn thing off of me now. She cries out when I pull away from her to drop the toy onto the mattress, just so I can rip the fucking thing off and give myself use of both hands. I don’t leave her waiting for long and press it back to her, as well as giving her a single finger, which I tease at her entrance. She’s so damn wet, warm. So, fucking beautiful.
“Dean, please,” She begs.
I turn the vibrator up.
“Fuck!” She hisses.
But I lose all damn sense when I sink my finger into her. She was so tightly strung, so damn ready that’s all it took. Her pussy clamps around that one finger, jerking wildly as her climax crashes through her. Her moan is like the sweetest music. So much better than I ever thought it would be.
My cock is leaking inside my pants, my heart hammering inside my chest.
“Oh God,” she cries.
I gently bring her down and then move up her body, capturing her mouth with mine. She melts into me, but when I press a little of my weight onto her, her body stills and tenses under mine.
I move quickly, flipping us until her legs stretch over my hips, and she settles onto my cock. Her hands slap against my chest, the shirt falling back into place to cover her, but there’s no hiding the warmth or the wetness seeping through the front of my pants.
“You’re in control,” I remind, “You’re always in control.”
I swear tears glaze her eyes, but her mouth is on mine so quickly, I can’t be sure. My fingers thread into her hair, holding her to me as she rolls her hips, ever so slightly, over the aching length confined to my pants.
Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, and her kiss turns hungry, desperate, and needy. Letting my hands fall to her thighs, I squeeze, her flesh yielding beneath my hands.
“I want you,” She moans into my mouth, “Now.”
