After he’s rid of the offending garment, I clamp my hands on his shoulders and roll my hips in a figure eight.
“Fucking hell, cookie,” he grits out, clearly enjoying that move.
I loosen my grip on his shoulder, allowing my hands to roam freely. His skin is heavenly under my touch. When I skim my fingertips along his stomach, I almost come on the spot. His rock-hard abs pulse and contract under his silky smooth flesh. It feels divine. I bet it looks even better. Let’s test that theory.
Halting my hips, I shift my body to the side. “Lie down with your head over there.” I point with my chin toward the armrest.
This headstrong man doesn’t object in the slightest.
We adjust our bodies, moving in unison like we’ve done it a hundred times. I lift one leg so he can shift his thigh. Then he scoots back, so I can inch forward. It’s a flawless dance.
Our position change is so effortless and fast that it makes me wonder if I’m dreaming. That would explain the bizarre way I’ve reversed our dynamic. Dream Lila is a wannabe Dominatrix.
Blinking out of my head, I study his fully nude, stunning body. Exactly as I wanted him, he’s sprawled out over the length of the couch, completely at my mercy.
Straddling him in this new position, I run my greedy hands over his entire torso. His chest constricts and expands with a slight quiver under my touch.
He’s not even inside me, and he’s freaking trembling for me.
What is this magical power? How can I harness it for later use?
On my next pass of his chest, I brush over his nipples just to watch them stiffen. My tongue twitches, and my teeth grind as I pluck the little buds between my fingertips. His breathing accelerates like he’s running a race.
Leaning down, I do something I’ve never considered doing—I bite one of his nipples. Not hard enough to break the skin. Just enough to sate my greedy curiosity.
Reed hisses and grabs the sides of my head. I brace for him to pull me away from his chest, but he doesn’t. He does the opposite.
He gingerly guides my head to his other nipple. “Pleasedo that again,” he begs breathily.
Actuallybegs.
His tone positively drips with neediness.
For me.
As if to prove this isn’t all in my head, I tip my face up to look at him. His expression looks as equally enthralled as his voice sounds. With heavy-lidded eyes, an open mouth, and a dancing tongue, he’s a striking vision.
Without breaking eye contact, I lick my lips seductively, then dip my tongue down to circle his nipple. An actual shiver runs through him.
Eager for more of his reaction, I daintily take his nipple between my teeth. Holding it there with the slightest pressure, I flick my tongue over it subtly. When I start fluttering the tight bud faster, it pulls a groan out of him that I feel rumble in his chest.
When I’ve drawn this out as long as I can stand, I bite down. His reaction doesn’t disappoint.
His eyes slam shut, and his head tips backward. “Fuuuuck,” he utters, completely awash in ecstasy.
After catching his breath, he peeks at me through one eye. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
“Anything I want,” I respond with only a wisp of a question lacing my tone.
He throws my earlier words back at me. “Who am I to deny you?”
Grinning, I kiss his chest and encircle his nipple with my tongue, careful not to touch it. “Don’t act like I’m doing you a favor.” Another kiss and lick around the other nipple. “I see how much you like this.”
His throbbing cock pulses under me. My needy boy.
I grind down on him, dragging my slippery folds over the ridge of his cock to tease my clit. “And Ifeelhow much you like it,” I simper.
After kissing him right over his heart, I channel a sex kitten. “In fact, I think you love the way I’m playing with you. You like me controlling you, don’t you?”
