She nods. “Please don’t stop.”
She hoists herself onto her toes, her lips brushing against mine, and I’m completely powerless to resist the temptation of her kiss. I guide her backward until her legs bump the edge of the mattress. She sinks onto it, her legs parting for me, welcoming me between them.
I settle over her, and we both freeze for a heartbeat.
Her breath catches.
Mine does too.
God, she’s so warm. So soft. So damn perfect.
I brace one hand beside her head, the other gliding down her side until I reach her thigh.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” I murmur against her lips. “You asked me to take control, Claire. And I will. But if there’s anything you don’t like?—”
“I’ll tell you,” she says, cutting me off with a whisper that feels like a vow.
“Good girl.”
I noticed her reaction the last time I said that.
This time, it’s even more visceral. Her breath stutters. Her thighs twitch against me. Her eyes flutter shut for a half-second like she’s trying to hold herself together… And failing.
I kiss her again, slower this time as I trail my mouth down the line of her jaw. Her neck. Her collarbone.
Her hands thread through my hair, holding on, not guiding, just needing to feel.
I keep inching down her body, pausing at her breasts, my eyes locked on her as I take one perfect peak into my mouth and suck. Slowly. Deeply.
Her back arches, her breathing increasing as her body winds tighter and tighter with every second.
I shift to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, nibbling at the edge of pain. Her whimper splits the air, her body arching even further into me.
“You like that,” I murmur, my lips brushing the sensitive skin right above her nipple. “Like the pain.”
“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation.
“Good girl.”
I cover her nipple with my mouth again, biting even harder this time. She gasps, but it turns into a moan. Needy. Desperate. Unhinged.
“You’re so damn responsive. I bet your cunt is dripping for me right now. Isn’t it?”
“Why don’t you find out?” she exhales.
“I plan on it.”
I kiss a path down her torso, licking and tasting my way past her navel. She squirms beneath me, her hips pressing upward, but I fight the temptation to rush this.
I said I’d take my time.
I meant it.
I tease her, dragging my tongue along her waist as I run my hand up the inside of her thigh, her muscles clenching when I reach her apex.
But then I retreat.
It’s a test in restraint, but I want to savor her. Consume her.
