Her stomach rolled at the sensual image he’d created, and she did as he said. Slowly, she eased his pants lower, until his full manhood was revealed to her. Erect, and enormous, it made her gasp. “Oh…” she said, her nerves leaping wildly.
“Soon you will take me in your mouth. But not today. Today, I want to enjoy you more fully.”
Only… the moment he said it, it became a challenge to her. She glared at him. “You are not completely in charge, you know,” she said crossly. And before he could guess her intentions, she extended her tongue and ran it along his length, thrilled when he shuddered against her. She surrounded his tip with her mouth, and immediately, felt her insides clench with desire.
His laugh was throaty. “Careful, Miranda. You do not want to encourage me when I am in this mood.”
“What do you mean?” She asked, pulling away from him for an instant.
“I mean that I am getting carried away with fantasies that I would like to carry out with you. And while I am willing to indulge each and every one of them, I am still myself enough to know that you are a person, and a person who deserves respect. So do not encourage me to turn you into my very own sex slave, as I am desperate to do.”
She rather thought she would enjoy being his sex slave, but she still had to appreciate his honesty. “Show me your fantasies,” she said huskily, “and I will tell you if it’s too much.”
His eyes flared wide. “You do not mean it.”
“Do you know what? I really do.” And she did. She told herself it was because she knew Steph, and through Steph, she knew a lot about Radiz. She knew that he was authoritarian and domineering, but also that he was kind and thoughtful, fair and principled. And she felt safe.
“Very well.” He nodded, attempting to hide his pleasure. He moved back to the chair, pausing only to grab a packet of condoms from a side table. “Come to me.”
She did as he said, her cheeks flushed. He unfurled the protection over his arousal, his eyes never leaving hers. Then, he grabbed her hips and began to lower her to his lap. “Wait,” she said, when his arousal connected with her body. “I have to tell you something.” She put her hands on his chest. “I’m…” Oh, God. The mortification was intense. “I was engaged. My ex was … puritanical. We never. … I mean… we only broke up a few months ago… and we were high school sweethearts. And I didn’t…”
“Are you saying you have never had sex?” He demanded fiercely, holding her hips to keep her where she was.
She nodded. “I’m not precious about it, for goodness sake. It’s just the way itworked out. He wanted us to wait. Um, please don’t think that’s weird.”
“Weird?” He said with a shake of his head. “I think it’s beautiful. But I cannot take this from you. Especially not under these circumstances.”
She pushed at his chest. “Don’t be ridiculous. I want to do this. I just thought you should know. It seemed like good manners to at least tell you.”
He laughed but there was still a hesitation in his voice. Miranda didn’t much care. She’d come this far. She dug her knees further forward, against the soft golden thread of the chair. “This is happening,” she said firmly, and though his hands were on her hips, he no longer seemed to be fighting her.
As she took his length inside, her whole body seemed to reject him, at first. He was enormous, and she was entirely unstretched. But then, as he moved deeper, she felt pleasure and surprise and delight build and grow.
“Okay?” He asked from between gritted teeth.
She nodded, her whole body emanating sexual satiation as he moved slowly inside her. “You are in charge,” he said in wonder. “You move as it feels good.”
He watched as she did just that, rocking herself back and forward, as her body built toward a crescendo of pleasure. As she began to shudder with release, he held her body, and pushed himself forward to maintain their contact. She collapsed forward on the seat, her body convulsing with the force of the sensations he’d invoked.
“What did you think?” He whispered against her ear.
“I like it.” She said honestly. No time for coy lies. She had liked it. Very much. “I want more.”
He grinned. “I’m pleased. Because I did not join you, that time.”
“You didn’t?” Self-consciousness assailed her. “Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head. “You were angelic in your perfection, believe me. It is an advantage to having a lover so many years older than you, little one. I have the ability to control my body better than your contemporaries.”
She shot her eyes heavenwards. “For goodness sake. You’re thirty two. Not sixty two.”
And though his mind was mostly devoured by the spectre of what they were to enjoy, he filed that small bit of information away – the certainty she’d had of his age. It gave away so much. For a start, she knew more about him than she’d let on. Why?
“And this thirty two year old is going to send you to the moon and back now,” he promised. This time, when he stood, he kept her wrapped around his waist.
“Do you trust me?”
Hadn’t she just been thinking that?
