"Still want me to take control?" I ask, giving her one last chance to set the terms.
"Yes," she breathes, no hesitation. "Please."
That's all I need to hear. I scoop her up in one fluid motion, carrying her to the bed and laying her down with more care than the hunger in my veins wants to allow. I stand at the edge of the bed, looking down at her, hair splayed across the pillows, skin flushed, eyes dark with want.
"Take off your bra," I tell her, my voice low but firm. "Slowly."
She complies, reaching behind to unhook the clasp. The lace falls away, revealing her breasts, perfect, pale, nipples hardened to tight peaks. I don't touch her yet, just look, letting her feel the weight of my gaze.
"Now the panties," I continue. "Lift your hips."
She arches up, sliding the lace down her legs with deliberate slowness. When she's fully naked, she starts to close her legs, an instinctive modesty.
"No," I say softly. "Keep them open for me. Let me see all of you."
A blush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck, but she obeys, letting her knees fall apart. I take a few seconds to appreciate her pussy, already glistening with her desire.
I shed the rest of my clothes, standing naked before her. Her eyes roam over me with undisguised appreciation, lingering on my erection.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her as I join her on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. "Every inch of you."
I grip her ankle, holding it steady while I brush my lips along her skin, savoring the way she shudders. Her scent, her heat, the salt of her skin, it all feeds something hungry in me. Every inch I claim with my mouth, I own. I take my time, letting her anticipation build, loving the way her thighs shift, restless, needy for me.
"You're mine tonight," I murmur against her skin. "My woman. My Sadie."
"Yes," she breathes, the word half sigh, half plea.
I avoid the place she wants me most, moving instead to her stomach, tracing the faint silvery stretch marks with my tongue. Evidence of Poppy, of the life she grew inside her. Far from flaws, they're a map of her body's journey, a testament to her strength. I worship them with my mouth, my hands caressing her waist, her ribs, finally moving up to cup her breasts.
"So soft," I murmur, brushing my thumbs over her nipples. "So perfect."
She arches into my touch, seeking more. I lower my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first,then with increasing pressure. Her hands find my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, holding me to her.
I lavish attention on both breasts until she's writhing beneath me, small desperate sounds escaping her lips. Only then do I move lower, settling between her thighs, my breath hot against her core.
"Please," she whispers, hips lifting slightly.
I look up the length of her body, meeting her eyes. "Please what, Sadie? Tell me exactly what you want."
Her cheeks flush darker, but she doesn't look away. "Your mouth. I want your mouth on me."
"Good girl," I praise, rewarding her honesty with a long, slow lick through her folds.
She gasps, head falling back against the pillows. I take my time exploring her, learning what makes her breath catch, what draws those sweet, broken sounds from her throat. When I find her clit with my tongue, her whole body tenses, a sharp cry escaping her.
"There?" I ask, circling the sensitive bud.
"Yes," she manages, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. "Right there."
I settle into a rhythm, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. Her hands tighten in my hair, hips rolling against my mouth as she chases her pleasure. When I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars, she nearly comes off the bed.
"Axel," she gasps, the sound of my name on her lips like a prayer. "I'm close. So close."
I double my efforts, sucking her clit while my fingers work inside her. I can feel her tightening around me, her body coiling tighter and tighter.
"Let go," I command against her flesh. "Come for me, Sadie."
The second she breaks, it’s pure fucking satisfaction. Her thighs clamp around my head, her body shaking for me. I ease her down slowly, my hands steady on her hips, letting her know I’m not going anywhere. When she collapses, spent and limp, I press my mouth to her thigh, branding her. My mark, my satisfaction.
