"I'm going to take care of you tonight," I promise, my mouth close to her ear. "All you have to do is feel. Let go. Trust me."
I feel her shiver against me, her body softening, yielding.
"Turn around," I tell her, stepping back just enough to give her room.
She complies, presenting her back to me. I gather her hair, sweeping it over one shoulder to expose the nape of her neck. The zipper of her dress runs from neck to mid-back, a tempting line I trace with one finger before slowly, deliberately lowering it.
"You're beautiful," I murmur, pressing a kiss to the newly exposed skin at the top of her spine. "Every inch of you."
I continue drawing the zipper down, following its path with my lips, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling the small tremors that run through her body. When I reach the end of the zipper, I push the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist.
She's wearing a black lace bra, simple but elegant against her pale skin. I run my hands down her bare arms, feeling goosebumps rise in my wake.
"Cold?" I ask, my voice low in her ear.
"No," she breathes. "Not cold."
I smile against her skin, pleased with her honesty. "Good."
I turn her to face me, my hands on her shoulders. Her eyes are dark, lips parted, cheeks flushed. I've never seen anything more beautiful than Sadie Calloway surrendering control.
My hands slide down to her waist, where her dress clings to her hips. I tug gently, letting it fall in a whisper of fabric to pool around her ankles. She stands before me in just her black lace bra and matching panties, vulnerable yet somehow powerful in her surrender.
"Step out of the dress," I instruct, watching as she obeys without hesitation.
I remain fully clothed while she's nearly naked, the imbalance deliberate, heightening her vulnerability and my control. Her chest rises and falls with quick breaths, her eyes locked on mine as she waits for my next command.
She steps into my space, defiance flickering in her eyes, hands sliding up my chest to my shoulders. Her fingers fumble with my shirt buttons, her touch burning through the fabric.
“I want to see you,” she murmurs, voice husky. I let her. Let her undress me, let her explore. Her hands skim my chest, lingering, greedy. My cock is already hard, straining for her, the urge to reclaim control clawing up my spine. She drops to her knees, looking up at me with nothing but hunger and trust. It nearly unmans me, the power she’s giving me, the power I’m about to take.
The sight of her kneeling before me, looking up with those dark, determined eyes, nearly undoes me. Her hands move to my belt, working it open with surprising dexterity.
"Sadie," I breathe, my voice strained. "You don't have to?—"
"I want to," she interrupts, tugging my pants down my hips. "I've been thinking about this since that night on my couch. About tasting you."
My control wavers as she frees me from my boxers, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of me hard and ready for her. She wraps her hand around my length, her touch tentative at first, then more confident as she gauges my reaction.
"Is this what you want?" I ask, needing to be certain. "Or do you still want me in control?"
She looks up, her eyes meeting mine with perfect clarity. "Both. I want this first, to taste you, to make you feel good. Then I want you to take over."
"Fuck," I groan, tangling my fingers in her hair. "Yes. Show me what you want, Sadie."
Her smile is almost shy as she leans forward, her breath warm against my skin. The first touch of her tongue is tentative, a gentle exploration that has me gripping her hair tighter than intended. She grows bolder with each lick, each gentle suck,learning what makes my breath catch, what draws a groan from deep in my chest.
When she takes me fully into her mouth, I nearly lose myself right then. The wet heat, the sight of her lips stretched around me, the soft humming sounds she makes, it's almost too much.
"So good," I praise, my voice rough. "You're doing so well, sweetheart."
She moans around me, the vibration making me groan low in my throat.
Her hands grip my thighs for balance as she takes me deeper, finding a rhythm that has me fighting for control.
"Enough," I finally gasp, gently pulling her away. "I want to last for you."
Her lips are swollen, her eyes glazed with desire as she looks up at me. I help her to her feet, then claim her mouth in a fierce kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. When I pull back, we're both breathing hard.
