“D…” I moan as my eyes flutter shut.
“Eyes open, little firefly.”
I do as he says, losing myself in the mottled colors of his rainbow hued eyes. Hazel doesn’t begin to describe them. It’s too flat. Too monotone, as though all the colors have bled together to form some muted anti-color. DiAngelo’s eyes aren’t like that. Distinct patches of gold fracture the rusty-brown centers, all surrounded in a kaleidoscopic ring of greens from a soft moss to dense forest.
The intensity and variation of color serve as the perfect manifestation of the man himself—too intricately complex to be categorized by one simple descriptor.
As though proving my point, his fingers begin their magic.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already.”
My mouth opens on a gasp. He tries to use the opportunity to bring his lips to mine, but I turn my face before he can. Even in the foggy haze of my lust for him, I know that kissing will be too much. Too intimate. Too permanent.
His eyes narrow, expressing his disdain for the wall I’ve erected, but he lets me keep my boundary, and I’m grateful.
“D…” I moan, my fingers clutching his shirt. I need the leverage. Something to ground me against the swelling storm inside me.
“That’s it. Rock your hips against my fingers while they fuck you. Show me how much you want it.” He nips at the skin of my neck while his free hand massages my breast. When he twists my nipple, he looks down and rumbles with satisfaction. “Do you know how perfect these would look pierced? Platinum bars with my initials engraved in them so that you think of me every time these perfect peaks get hard.”
I don’t have the wherewithal to process his words, but my body devours them, glowing its approval in radiant fluorescents. Before long, I’m perched on the precipice of a torrential orgasm.
“Yes, keep going. Just like that.”
“Mmm … normally, that’s not how this works. I decide if and when your pretty little pussy comes all over me, but you’ve been such a good girl today. I’ll let you have your reward.” He brings his lips to my ear and grazes his teeth over my lobe. “Come for me, firefly. Soak my hand with your creamy goodness.”
His guttural command detonates the explosives deep in my core, sending shock waves of pleasure into every molecule of my body. I cry out and cling to him as my legs shake and tremble.
“Ohhh,fuck, yes. Give me every last drop.” He slows his movements but doesn’t stop until my knees begin to buckle. “I’ve got you.”
I lean into his huge frame, my hands hooking around the back of his neck while I recover. Once my head begins to clear, I pull back, meeting his gaze shyly. It’s been a long damn time since I orgasmed in front of a man.
My hands slide down the front of him and begin to fumble with the button on his pants. I’m not sure what I’m planning todo, except reciprocity only seems fair. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t insanely curious to see the monster cock behind the enormous bulge in his pants.
Before I can get anywhere, his hands stop me.
“Get on your knees,” he instructs in a soft but firm tone.
I drop instantly.
DiAngelo brings his hand beneath my chin and lifts my gaze with a gentle caress. “You think you like to be in control, firefly, but I know better. What you want and need is surrender. Someone you trust enough to allow you to let go.”
He begins to undo his pants as he talks. Despite thinking his words sound a touch cocky, I don’t argue because damn if they don’t resonate. The prospect of setting aside my worries is beyond tempting. Five minutes of absolution from my responsibilities and a chance to just be me.
“You think you’re the right man to do that?” I ask in return.
His eyes flash with an unnamed emotion. “That’s not what I said, but I’m damn sure not the wrong man. I can respect the value of what you’re giving me down there on your knees, and I won’t abuse it.”
It’s not the most romantic promise, but I don’t want romance, right?
This is physical. Purely physical.
His cock pops free and the sight erases my thoughts. As suspected, it’s enormous and thick with bulging veins. My tongue swipes across my parches lips, and I swear I can already feel him bobbing at the back of my throat.
“Tell me what you want,” I breathe, desperate for instruction.
His eyes light triumphantly. It’s a simple statement on the surface, yet it stands for so much more. It’s consent. It’s an agreement to surrender and see where this takes us.
“Fuck, I’ve been blind.” His hand caresses my cheek while the other fists around the base of his cock.
