“Fuck, Lena!” he rasps. His hand tangles in my hair, taking a handful.
It’s intoxicating to have a man this big go boneless, unable to do anything but sit in front of me and take what I’m giving him.
His fingers pull my hair, guiding me down again, and I open my mouth, taking him in.
Or trying.
I’m lucky if I can get halfway down without choking.
My eyes burn from the way he occupies the back of my throat.
But the way he looks at me with feral restraint makes me feel beautiful. And so powerful, too, even if he’s the one who’s really in control.
I like having him in the palm of my hand.
“When I’m done,” I say, spitting and pumping him with my hand. “I want you to bend me over and fuck me into the sofa.”
“Careful, woman, or Iwillmake you come so hard you forget your own name.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Shit.” He swears under his breath as I take him in my mouth again. “Solemn as a marriage vow.”
The ludicrous thought makes me laugh all over again, and he smooths a thumb over my cheek. A silent reassurance that even though this has devolved into pure power play, he’s still with me, willing to give and take.
“Whatever you need,” he rumbles, his hips rolling as I run my tongue over his tip. “As long as you let me touch you.”
It’s been too long since I’ve been with a man.
As fun as toys are, they just don’t hit the mark. But it’s been so hard finding a man I trust.
“I think you know what.” I rise, wiping my mouth as I go, and start to straddle him before I hesitate. “Have you been tested?”
“Regularly. All clear.” He grimaces, one hand coming to my waist. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I don’t get around as often as people think these days.”
“You used to.” It’s not a question.
“Yeah.” He groans as I rub his swollen cock over my clit. I love seeing him like this. “I’ve cleaned up my party ways.”
“Mm.” I take his hand and bring it between my legs. “See what you do to me?”
“Fuck, so goddamn wet.” With a quick glance to make sure I’m okay, he picks me up and turns me over, placing me down the way I asked.
Face down, ass up.
Waiting for nirvana.
I don’t know why this has me panting.
Maybe it’s the sensation of losing control to a wild animal.
Maybe I’m just that far gone, dying to quench a thirst I didn’t know I had.
Maybe it’s because there’s something a little degrading in the air, and I love it.
But when I wiggle my ass at him, he laughs and slaps it gently, just enough to sting.
“Patience,” he whispers.
