He doesn’t respond, other than to fling his arms over his head, voluntarily putting himself totally at my mercy.
I reward his submission with another bite of his nipple, then a gentle swirl of my tongue to soothe the ache.
He shudders under me. “God damn, cookie.”
A frisson of lust spikes through me, along with some unexpected pride.
Because I’m doing this to him.Me.
I’m making this man a needy, compliant mess. This confident, composed stallion of a man is responding tomyorders like I usually do to his.
The way he enjoys making me beg makes so much sense now.
This intoxicating feeling of holding power over him goes straight to my clit, making it tingle. My empty pussy clenches around nothing.
That’s it.
Ineedhim back inside me before I bring myself to tears.
His eyes spring open when I lift off him enough to position his cock. Two fathomless pools of rich cocoa desire lock on me, tracking my every move with breathless anticipation. And when Ifinallyenvelop his rigid shaft inside me, he slams his eyes shut again.
“Is this what you wanted, Reed?” I taunt, rolling my hips at an agonizingly languid pace.
“Yes, cookie. I want your perfect pussy squeezing my cock.”
I brace myself with both palms on his chest, right over the vigorous pounding of his heart.
And then I ride thehellout of him.
Fast. Hard. Slow. Soft. Deep. Shallow.
I ride him however I want, changing the pace or angle as it suits me. All the while, I study his every reaction down to the slightest detail. The tension in his face. The pace of his breathing. The pitch of his moans.The tightness of his jaw.
If he seems toreallylike something, I might do it more or stop, then return a few seconds later. It’s my choice. Because in this moment, he’s mine to please.
And he eats it up like a starving man. The only time he takes his eyes off me is when he’s too overcome with pleasure to keep them open.
I’ve never felt sexier or stronger.
Unfortunately, bringing him to the edge and tugging him back this way has me so amped up that I can barely keep my climax at bay. And he’s so wrecked that I know if I come, he will too. I want this to last longer, but I’m losing the fight.
Screw it.Why hold back when it feels this good?
My hips thrash with my frenzied movements, causing a smacking sound to fill the room. It blends melodically with our moans and panting breaths.
He bucks upward in concert with my movements, accentuating our lovemaking without taking over. Thick cords bulge on both sides of his throat as he struggles to hold off his release. He caresses my hips and the tops of my thighs, devouring me with his touch.
Ilovewatching him unravel.
My pace becomes frantic. I’m nothing but raw need and carnal desire, hellbent on chasing our pleasure.
As I feel the quickening deep inside my core, I grab both his hands off my hips. As I fold myself over him, I thrust his hands over his head to pin them down. With him exactly how I want him—at my mercy—I join our mouths and slip my tongue past his lips.
When he finally comes for me, I plan to drink down his sexy little whimpers.
Faster and rougher, I grind on his pulsing cock. My rhythm is punishing, and he matches my fervor with each stroke. I take him as deep as I can, wishing I could keep him inside me forever.
As the coil of pleasure finally springs free, every muscle in my body contracts. From the tips of my fingers to the deepest part of me, I seize and pulse in ecstasy.
