It couldn’t extinguish the fire inside me. The one that burned brighter whenever he was near. The one that raged between us whenever we came together.
I wouldn’t kneel to anyone who tried to put me beneath them. But I would kneel for him.
Forthem.
Because they’d never asked me to do it. Because they valued me enough to kneel first. And because I trusted them.
I trustedhim.
Leaning forward, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and he dropped his head back against the shower wall.
His groan lit up the force inside me, encouraging me to keep going. He kept one hand on my face, the other clenched tightly at his side.
And I took him farther into my mouth, running my tongue along his length as I pulled back. Swirling it around his tip. Before the taste of him, and the power I had on my knees, spurred me to take more.
I went slowly as I adjusted to his size. And as my jaw relaxed, I took more of him in, loving each time his breathing quickened, his moans escaped, and his fist clenched tighter.
Popping off, I panted as I met his gaze. “Do it,” I said. “I trust you.”
When I took him in again, he unclenched his fist and brought it to the back of my head. He gathered my hair in his hand, gripping tightly. Guiding me up and down his length. Urging me deeper. And pushing me the way he always did. The way I wanted him to.
He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged.
But the muttered curse that left his lips made me want more.
I did it again, reveling in the way his grip tightened further. The keening sounds leaving his throat. The tension vibrating through his hips as he held them steady.
Reaching for him, I pulled his body toward me as I swallowed around his length. Breathing through my nose. Fighting the reflex trying to keep me from what I wanted.
I wanted all of him.
I wanted what wasmine.
And when I sucked harder, he gave it to me.
Hearing what I’d said and believing it, he thrust his hips gently, and I opened my mouth as wide as it would go to take him. Nodding and taking him deeper.
“Fuck, Princess…” His onyx eyes burned as he gazed down at me. “Fuck, I?—”
He shifted, his fingers weaving through my hair as he wrapped it around his fist.
I braced my hands on his thighs, stroking up and down as I bobbed on his cock.
And when he finally let go, quickening his pace and driving deeper, I kept fighting to take more of him. Kept going. Kept breathing.
A string of curses left his throat, and I met him stroke for stroke, finally taking him all the way in and holding there.
“Baby—”
I grabbed his hips, holding myself there, staring up at him so he’d see it in my eyes.
He was mine.
His release wasmine.
And when he came with a growl, he gave me all of it.
I swallowed every last drop before pulling back.
