Through the haze, I vaguely register that he removes his shirt from my body, leaving me completely naked. He meticulously rolls it and tucks it under my head, mumbling about needing to save me from a concussion.
“What—?” My brows pucker, but any question I have evaporates when he rears back on his knees and unbuttons his leather breeches—pop after pop. His fingers mesmerize me. Each inch opened reveals more of the dark fuzz trailing down from his belly button, down his defined abdomen.
Every rippling muscle was honed in my honor, to protect me. His damp blond hair has been tousled from my fingers. He lowers his leather breeches over his hips until his cock springs free, thick and heavy.
My mouth waters. I’m already hot and squirming from how it looks, bobbing with each of his harsh breaths. Before, in the Labyrinth courtyard, I stroked him inside his pants. He felt big in my hands, but seeing him is something else altogether. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the broad tip, and I have the urge to taste it.
Drayven’s eyes darken as he watches my tongue swipe along my lower lip. “Like what you see?”
I nod, unable to form words. He strokes his shaft lazily, putting on a show.
“Tell me what you want, Flori.” His voice is gravel.
“I want …” I swallow hard. “I want to taste you.”
A low growl of approval rumbles in his chest. He shifts his knees, one on either side of my body. Bracing one hand beside my head, he uses the other to guide his cock to my parted lips. I dart forward and lap at the salty drop on his tip. He hisses, hips jerking back.
“I didn’t give you permission,” he grumbles.
“Sorry.”
My smirk is hard to contain, but I do my best to behave and wait. Patiently. It goes against every instinct I have. But I feel he wants to do it like this. The vulnerability in his voice, the emotion in his eyes, the way his hand trembles around his shaft, tells me he’s been fantasizing about this.
Another exhale, and I am the picture of a dutiful lover.
“If I knew this was the fastest way to get you to listen to me…” His lips curve on one side, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen. It’s a piece of the old Drayven. Before I can respond, his amusement dies, and he orders, “Open wide.”
I part my lips.
“Yeah, like that.” He slides his tip over my lower lip, testing me. When I blink up at him, his gaze softens. “That’s my girl.”
His praise curls heat low in my belly. Being submissive shouldn’t feel so appealing, but with him, it’s safe. Freeing. I suspect I’ll feel the same on top. In any position. Slowly, he brings more of his shaft into my mouth. He’s thick, salty, stretching my jaw.
His weight on my lips. His heady, musky scent.
“Give me a lick, sweetheart.” I swirl my tongue around his crown, and he groans. “More.”
Drayven’s fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me as I bob my head. His breathing grows ragged, punctuated by low, sharp grunts. “Fuck, Flori. Your mouth…”
I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder. His hips buck, pushing deeper. I gag but adjust, relaxing my throat.
“That’s it,” he says. “Take all of me.”
I moan around him, the vibrations making him shudder. His grip tightens, and he starts to thrust, fucking my mouth in earnest. Tears prick my eyes, but I don’t stop. I want this—want him losing control. I need this. He needs this.
I look up, meeting his wild gaze, and change the angle of my head so he hits my throat differently. His eyes roll back, a strangled sound escaping his lips. Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop.
“Enough,” he gasps, almost manically, as he lowers down my body. “I need to be inside you.”
“Do it.” I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, Flori,” he gasps as my cunt nudges his tip. “You’ll be the death of me one day.”
“Not today.”
Slowly, agonizingly, he pushes inside. I’m so wet; he glides in the first inch without resistance. We both moan. My eyes roll as pleasure takes hold.
“No,” he scolds, fisting my hair and forcing my gaze back to where his cock enters me. “You asked for this. You’ll damn well watch it.” Another inch. “Watch how well you take me.” Another. “Watch how well you’re made for me.”
