She gets a dark, lust-filled look in her eyes. I know she’s talking about more than the sex. She’s talking about killing a man.
“Then take control,” I groan, kissing her again.
She moans, breathes through the kiss, sinking her hands into my arms and squeezing so hard I know she’s going to leave a mark. I want her to tattoo me just like when she bit my shoulder. Even when this is over and she thinkswehave to end, I want to remember her. The sting of falling for my Sunshine.
She pushes her hands against my chest, gently nudging me away, then slides off the counter and takes my hand. “Do you really think you can let me take control?” She says, looking over her shoulder at me. “Because right now, you’re looking at me like you’re going to lose it.”
“That’s because that’s how I feel,” I snarl.
She guides me into the bedroom, takes me by the arms, and pushes me onto the bed. I sink back, staring at her in awe.Her curves outlined the bathrobe, her cleavage peeking through, tempting.
“Even now, the thoughts are...” She motions to her head. “But you know what? I don’t care, Rhett. BecauseI’mtaking control. And when you look at me like that, I feel like the most powerful woman alive.”
“Good,” I growl. “Because you are. I’m holding on for dear life, trying not to crush against me. To own you. To kiss and bite every curvy inch until you’re slick and dripping down my chin.”
She rubs her legs together as though she’s seeking friction, a gorgeous flush spreading from her cheeks and down her neck. I squeeze handfuls of the sheets to stop myself from leaping to my feet and tearing off her bathrobe.
She smiles when she sees the effort I’m taking, then takes off the towel on her head, shaking out her wet hair. She slides her hand down the front of her bathrobe, looking at me with her eyebrows raised. She looks so damn hot. Soin control.
I’m proud of her and so horny I could bust at the same time.
“Do you want to see me?” she moans.
“Ineedto,” I growl. “Oh, fuck.”
The sight of her creamy body revealed inch by mouthwatering inch obliterates everything else from my mind. My manhood swells and pushes achingly against my zipper, my balls feeling so full they could erupt.
She reveals her breasts. Plump and gorgeous and so weighty I want to bury my burning dick between them to feel her wrap around my hardness. She pulls her robe open the rest of her way,revealing her thick body, her inner thighs glistening with her wetness.
“You’re fucking drenched already,” I say in awe.
“It’s you,” she murmurs. “Rhett, it’s the way you look at me. I never dreamed… I can’t even look atmyselfnaked for a full ten seconds.”
“Fuck,” I moan, moving to stand up.
She takes a quick step back, causing her perfect breasts to sway. Precome leaks hotly out of my head.
“Nah-uh. I’m in charge, remember?”
I remain seated, body vibrating. “I need that perfect fucking body…”
“And I need you to touch yourself for me,” she whimpers. “I need you to take out…” She swallows nervously, but then presses on. “Your thick dick and stroke it for me. I want to watch your hand moving up and down, want to see you grow hard for me.”
“I’m already solid,” I snarl.
“I want you to wait until I’m ready,” she moans. “Can you do that for me?”
I take off my belt, then unbutton my pants and pull them down to my knees. When my briefs join them, my cock springs up, a dollop of precome clinging to the tip.
“Now, stroke it,” she demands.
I grip myself and stroke down my length, spreading the precome to my balls and then back again. The look on her face isso fucking hot. Even with everything going on, thinking about anything else right now would be damn impossible.
She slides her hands between her legs.
“Touch yourself,” I groan, when she just holds it there.
Her eyebrows shoot up in something like victory, as if this was the response she wanted.
