"Marine Recon training doesn't turn off just because I want you." I brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "Needed to make sure we're on the same page before we go further."
"We are." She pulls me back down. "Now can we stop talking?"
I pull her flush against me. A small sound of approval goes straight through me, her arms sliding around my neck to hold on tight.
Kissing her without protocol between us is different. No safewords, no negotiated scenes, just the raw edge of want that's been building since the first time I saw her walk into Ironside Customs.
I slide my hand up her ribcage and cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric. She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow the sound.
"Bedroom. Now." Not a request.
She moves immediately, and something in me responds to that instant obedience even without the formal structure of the Forge. I follow her down the hallway, watching the sway of her hips, the way she glances back to make sure I'm there.
My bed. My sheets that are going to smell like her after this.
In my room, I turn her to face me. "Strip."
Her hands go to the hem of her sweater without hesitation, pulling it over her head. Bra next, then she reaches for her jeans.
"Slower." I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. "I want to watch."
Her movements slow, deliberate now. She unbuttons her jeans, slides the zipper down, pushes the denim over her hips. Her panties follow. When she's finally naked, standing in the middle of my room with her chin lifted and her eyes on mine, I take a moment just to look.
"Knees."
She drops immediately, and I move closer.
"Good girl." I stroke my hand through her hair, guiding her closer. "Show me what that mouth can do."
Her hands go to my belt, and I let her work. Watching her strip me, watching the focus in her eyes as she frees my cock. When she leans forward, tongue darting out to lick the head, I fist my hand in her hair.
"All of it. Take all of it."
She opens her mouth and takes me deep, and the wet heat of her makes my knees lock. I hold her head still and thrust, fucking her mouth with controlled strokes. Watching her take it. Watching her eyes water slightly as I hit the back of her throat.
"Breathe through your nose." I pull back slightly, giving her a second, then push deep again. "That's it. Just like that."
She hollows her cheeks, sucking hard as I withdraw, and the sensation shoots up my spine. I could finish just from this. I could thrust deep and come down her throat, making her swallow every drop.
But not yet... not like this. I want to be deep inside her pussy when I come.
I pull out, my cock glistening with her saliva, and haul her to her feet. "On the bed. On your back."
She climbs onto the mattress, her hair spreading across my pillow, and I move to stand at the foot of the bed. Her eyes track me as I strip off my shirt, and when I'm finally naked, her gaze drops to my cock, still hard and wet from her mouth.
"Hands above your head. Don't move them."
She lifts her arms, gripping the pillow above her head. No restraints needed. Just my command and her compliance.
I kneel between her thighs, spreading them wider with my hands. "You're already wet."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
Brief hesitation, then: "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." I stroke one finger through her folds, gathering her wetness. "I'm going to make you come on my fingers. Thenon my tongue. Then on my cock. And you're going to keep your hands exactly where they are. Understand?"
