His answer was to torment the tender skin below her ear until she was shaking uncontrollably and rabid sexual heat was pounding through her veins.
Holding her still, he allowed the smooth, domed head of his cock to thrust impatiently against her belly, and then he brought it lower, but not low enough. She kept her thighs widely parted as instructed, and yet he ignored the fact. She gasped and moaned as his thick hair brushed her breasts. Her breasts felt heavy, but he wouldn’t touch them. Her nipples seemed to have a direct line to her core, but he neglected them too. When eventually he gave in and suckled on first one and then the other, her inner muscles clenched greedily. “Please, now,” she begged.
Raising his head to stare at her, he demanded, “What?” with infuriating calm. “What do you need me to do to you, Celina?”
“I need you to fuck me,” she practically yelled.
“I love to hear you talking dirty.”
“And I hate it when you tease me,” she replied. “What do I have to do?”
“You have to obey me.”
“I am. I will,” she insisted. “But I need this now.”
“You need me?” Diego asked steadily. “Or you need sex?”
“This— You— Both— I don’t know.” With each passing second, her plan fell apart a little more. She was supposed to be in control, not him. Sex was supposed to be a means to an end, a way to bind them together. Feelings were not supposed to enter into it. She had imagined this would be as straightforward as any other time in her life when she had been able to switch off all emotion, but Diego had played her and raised a fire inside her. It was as if he were the maestro and she an instrument bending to his will.
Thrusting her pelvis toward him, she held her breath, waiting. “Please,” she begged again.
That single word said in a soft, entreating tone seemed to unlock something in him. Hooking an arm beneath her thigh, he lifted her leg and rested it over his shoulder. “Beautiful,” he murmured, but then his expression hardened, proving once again that it would be a mistake to underestimate him. “Now tell me what you want.”
“I have to say it?”
“If you want me to touch you again, then yes, you do.”
“Anything,” she gasped, out of her mind with frustration.
“Are you sure? I ask because obedience seems to be beyond you.”
“I can be obedient for one night,” she promised hectically.
“That’s quite an admission,” he observed obviously trying hard not to smile.
One night would have to be enough. That was all they had. There could be no more nights like this, Celina determined. She could not afford to lose control.
Really? Haven’t I already? Not once, but many times? Hasn’t Diego made control impossible, at least where he’s concerned?
