“Sloane,” I warn.
“I’m okay,” She assures me, “I know I’m safe.”
My eyes bounce between hers, my breath lodged somewhere in my throat as I wait for her to change her mind. Instead, she gives me a soft smile, “I want to know what it feels like.”
“What do you want to know?” I kiss the corner of her mouth.
“How it feels to be owned by you,” Her neon blues dip to my mouth, “How it feels to have you working inside of me.”
My cock jerks, “Sloane.” I give her another warning.
“I trust you, Dean.” She breathes, “More than I have ever trusted anyone else.”
“Are you sure?” I ask because I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt her.
“Yes,” She lifts one of her hands and cups the side of my face, prompting me to turn so I can kiss her palm. There’s no hesitancy, no anxiety, her surety is written all over her face. Lowering, I capture her mouth, sliding my tongue between her lips and feel her melt beneath me, her body softening, her neck tilting to allow me the access I crave. She’s pliant and giving, her thighs cradling my hips, hard cock pressing into the soft center of her.
I grind forward a little, letting her feel what she does to me, and her whimper lands against my tongue. She chases me as I pull away from her mouth, rising to my knees between her legs and looking down on her. Lust hazed eyes watch me as I untie thesling to free my arm and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor.
“Sit up for me,” I command her gently, and she rises. “Arms up.”
She doesn’t question me as she lifts her arms above her head, and I reach for the thin cami covering her, pulling it off so it can join my shirt on the floor. I take a good look at her, the mounds of her breasts, rosy nipples peaked, the curves and dips of her body, the edge of the scar on her hip that I can just about see at this angle.
“So damn pretty, Sloane,” I praise her, “Lay down and take off your shorts.”
She does as she is told until she is lying there, completely naked, her legs spread, showing me how wet she is for me. My cock jerks behind my zipper, and her muscles jump as I begin to slide my hands down her inner thighs. Her eyes dip to where there’s a bulge in my pants, and she reaches for me.
“Needy little thing,” I grab her wrist to stop her motion, but when she licks her lips, turning those heavy eyes to me, I almost snap. “There are too many things I want to do to you, Sloane.”
“Then do them,” She challenges.
My mouth cocks up into a smirk as I climb from the bed and reach into one of the drawers for a silk tie. She follows me with her eyes, watching, but when I don’t immediately go back to her, she frowns.
“Here,” I point to the carpet, “I want you on your knees.”
Sloane slips off the bed and crosses to me, but before she can lower, I slide my hand to the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. Her body presses to mine, the warmth of her skin a brand that burns me to my bones. Not enough time, not enoughminutes or hours or seconds to worship her the way she should be.
Letting her go, she immediately gets to her knees, placing her hands on her thighs. Her blind trust blooming something in my chest.
“Unbutton my pants and take them down,” I tell her.
She lifts her fingers and follows instructions, pulling my pants and boxers off until I can kick them off my legs to join the other items of discarded clothing. The air in the room is warm, and in this light, her hair appears more blonde than the ashy color it is. She’s cast in a golden hue, her skin glowing, the light touching her in a kiss that gives her a halo.
“Now swallow me down, Butterfly,” I nudge the tip of me against her plump lips, “Suck me. I want to fuck your mouth.”
Her eyes on me, she parts her lips and sucks the crown of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the piercing before she takes me as far back as she can. A groan rumbles from my throat, but I can’t stop watching. Her blue eyes hold mine as she goes, her hand wrapped around my shaft as she bobs her head, her warm, wet tongue teasing the sensitive spot beneath.
“Fuck,” I groan — damn, I’m pretty sure it was more of a fucking whimper. “You feel so good, baby.”
She hums around my cock, and my knees practically buckle. Grasping my shaft, I pull from her mouth, her lips letting go with a wet pop, and then help her up, grasping her chin as I whisper my lips on hers and walk her back toward the bed. Her knees hit the mattress, and she falls back, my body following as my cock nudges at her pussy, and her legs come around me. I bring the silk tie up.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her.
“Yes,” She answers immediately.
“You tell me to stop, and I stop, you understand?”
She nods, her body stiffening just a touch as I bring the tie over her eyes, leaving it loose so light can still get in.
