“Lie down,” she orders.
I raise an eyebrow. “Giving orders now?”
“You said I could name my price.” She presses her palm flat against my sternum and pushes. “This is it.”
I let her guide me backward until my knees hit the mattress. Then I sit and slide back until I’m lying against the pillows. Kirsten climbs onto the bed after me, crawling up my body until she’s hovering above me with her knees bracketing my hips.
“I like this view,” I tell her.
“I hope so. It’s the only one you’re getting tonight.”
She kisses me before I can respond. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth as she lowers her weight onto me. I grip her hips and try to pull her closer, but she resists.
“Patience.”
“I don’t have any.”
“Learn some.”
She kisses along my jaw, then down my neck, scraping her teeth against the sensitive spot where my pulse beats. I groan and tilt my head to give her better access. She takes full advantage, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“Claiming me?” I ask.
“Someone has to.” She moves lower, trailing kisses across my collarbone, down my chest. When she reaches my nipple, she flicks her tongue across it, and I jerk beneath her.
“Kirsten.”
“Shh.” She does it again, then bites down gently. “I’m busy.”
She continues her path downward, pausing to trace the ridges of my stomach with her tongue. I watch her through heavy-lidded eyes with my hands fisted in the sheets to keep from grabbing her and flipping her onto her back.
When she reaches the waistband of my pants, she looks up at me with a wicked smile.
“These need to go.”
“Then take them off.”
She undoes my belt with nimble fingers, then pops the button and drags the zipper down. I lift my hips so she can pull my pants and boxer briefs off together, and then I’m naked underneath her while she’s still in that black lace.
“Not fair,” I complain.
“Life isn’t fair.” She wraps her hand around my cock and strokes slowly. “You’ll survive.”
I groan as she works me over. She knows exactly how to touch me by now, exactly how much pressure I like, exactly when to speed up and when to slow down. It’s maddening.
“I want to taste you,” she announces.
“Be my guest.”
She lowers her head and drags her tongue along my length from base to tip. I curse under my breath. Then she takes me into her mouth, and I stop thinking altogether.
She sucks me slowly at first, taking her time, savoring the way I twitch and groan. Her hand works what her mouth can’t reach, and the dual sensation has me gripping the headboard to keep from thrusting up into her throat.
“Look at me,” she demands after pulling off with an obscene pop.
I force my eyes open and meet her gaze. She holds it as she takes me back into her mouth, sinking down until I hit the back of her throat. The sight of her like this—lips stretched around me, eyes dark with want—is almost enough to push me over the edge.
“Stop,” I grit out. “I’m too close.”
