My stomach flips because I want nothing more than to be good for this man. “Yes.”
“That’s better.”
Then he slowly drags my panties down my legs before removing them, baring my body completely now. I feel vulnerable and seen in a way I never did with Bobby, in a way that’s almost overwhelming. Then Oliver looks up, his gaze locking with mine, and everything in me quiets.
“Beautiful,” he says simply, like it’s a fact. He lowers his head, inhaling my bare, aching center. “Fuck, you smell good,” he groans. “I’ve been thinking about this since the bar.”
“Oliver, I?—”
He shuts me up by licking one long, slow stripe up my slit.
My back bows off the bed. “Oh my God?—”
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you. I want you to be loud.”
His tongue starts to move with purpose, up and down, then circling my clit with devastating precision. One of his hands slides over to cup my ass; the other drapes across my lower abdomen, pinning me gently in place when my hips try to rock up into his mouth.
He’s thorough. Patient. Worshipful.
“Please,” I beg, my fingers curling in the sheets.
He doesn’t stop as he mumbles, “Hands.”
My eyes fly open. “What?”
“Give me your hands.”
Confused and wrecked, I reach for him. He catches both wrists in one big fist and pushes them up above my head, pinning them lightly to the mattress.
“Keep them here. Do not move them unless I tell you to. Understand?”
His expression is dark and delicious and intense, making my pussy quiver.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Say it like you mean it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
We both freeze. My heart slams against my ribs. I didn’t plan to say that. It just slipped out.
His jaw tightens, his nostrils flaring. “Jenna,” he growls.
“I’m sorry,” I babble. “I didn’t mean… I can call you something else. I just?—”
“Stop. Look at me.”
I do. I can’t take my eyes off him while he pins me to the bed with his molten stare.
“Do you like calling me that?”
My cheeks burn, but I don’t lie. “I… yeah. I think so.”
He goes quiet for a moment, and I fear I’ve ruined everything. “Do you want me to be that for you?” he asks. “The man who takes care of you? Who knows what you need even before you do? Who makes sure you feel good and safe and so fucking wanted you never doubt it again?”
My throat tightens as something deep stirs inside me. “I want that. I want all of that with you.”
Oliver kisses me passionately, grounding me as his hands squeeze my wrists. “You’re going to keep your arms right here and be my good girl while I taste you. You’re not going to come until I tell you. Got it?”
