She whimpers at my words.
“You like that idea don’t you,” I tease, running wet kisses down her neck. “Being at my mercy. Having no choice but to let me do whatever I want to you.” I continue, letting my tongue roll over her tight pink nipple. “For however long I want.” I close my mouth around her nipple. Again, her hips seek something, anything, only to find air.
I don’t say a word as I let go of her nipple with a final bite, eliciting a deep moan from her, before kissing and licking my way down to her pussy, licking her from bottom to top without warning. She was right on the edge, just like I wanted her, because the moment I wrap my lips around her pulsing little clit she explodes, screaming my name.
“Fuck,” I say, slipping a finger inside her tight chanel, feeling her pulse around me. She’s always been moaner, but I was not expecting her to scream like that. At least I know she wasn’t lying when she said she enjoyed where this was going.
“Did you like that?” I ask, slowly pumping a finger in and out of her.
“Yes but . . .” She falters as I add another finger.
“But?” I ask as I move my fingers a bit faster. Her breath catches at my movement.
“I need more,” she breathes out, hips meeting my every movement.
“Is that so, greedy girl?” I question teasingly.
“Liam, please,” she begs.
“Since you asked so politely,” I say, gripping her left thigh and spreading her legs even more. “Take your left hand—only the left—and lick your thumb. That’s mygirl.” I encourage her to do as she’s told. “Now, circle your left nipple. Good.” She does exactly that, but then she pinches, making me remove my fingers and hand from her. “I didn’t say pinch, I said rub,” I repeat. “What’s the rule?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she cries. “I just want to come. Please, Liam.” I have her right where I want her—again. I’m amazed at how I can get her right to the edge of insanity by barely touching her. The power my words have on her not only has my dick harder than it’s ever been, but it has my heart skipping a few beats. She’s my perfect match.
“What’s the rule?” I ask again.
“Do as you say or you stop!” she says, frustrated.
“Perfect, so take your left thumb and rub at your nipple but don’t pinch.” I watch as her thumb makes its way back to her nipple. “Good,” I compliment as my fingers go back to exactly where she wants me.
I touch her at a lazy pace, making sure she listens to my instructions before dipping my mouth back to her opening. Her legs tense then shake around me as pleasure shoots through her body. I take my time this time around, slowly spreading her out with my thumbs before dipping my tongue into her slowly, driving her even wilder. Her hips met my every move as she continuously moans and pleads with me to let her go over the edge. I know her body well enough to know that she can’t get there without her clit being touched, so I make sure to skip over it. Getting close but not giving her what she needs. I know the moment my tongue lands on it, she’s going to go flying over the edge.
It’s going to have to be soon though, because my dick has been leaking, begging for me to let her over the edge so we can get in her. Not willing to wait any longer, as much as I like teasing her, I give her one last dip of my tongue before I move up to nip at her clit. And just as I knew, she explodes. This time, her hands leave the headboard and find their way to my head. I keep my mouth on her through her climax—until her thighs stop shaking and her hands loosen in my hair.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands to yourself?” I tease, earning me an eyeroll. “Oh you’re going to get it.”
But she doesn’t say anything, just looks up at me with a sated smile.
“Hands and knees,” I order.
“Like this?” she sasses once she’s in front of me, on her hands and knees.
“Chest to the bed.” Her cheeks redden, but she does as she’s told, putting her ass on display for me. Without missing a beat, my hand lands a slap to her right ass cheek. I expected her to be surprised, but my action gets rewarded with a moan. Fuck, this woman was made for me.
I land another slap, painting her ass red, before leaning over her, dropping a commanding kiss to her lips, and grabbing a condom from one of our bedside tables.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined painting your ass red with my palm?” I ask, opening the condom wrapper and sliding it on.
“No,” she says, shaking her ass. The little tease.
“Every damn time you rolled your eyes at me, you little devil,” I admit before slamming into her. We both let out a moan.
“Fuck me, you’re even tighter like this,” I groan. I’m not going to last. My little game earlier got me too close to the edge, even though I came down her throat first.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads. “You’re so deep.” She moans.
Neither of us says a word after that. That is, until I’ve had enough and tell her to slide her hand under her and get herself there. The instant I feel her walls clench around me, I follow her right over the edge with her name on my lips.
Chapter 37
