Right when I’m about to straddle him, he breaks the kiss. Our raspy breaths echo off the tile. His eyes aren’t those of a vulnerable, wounded man anymore. They’re dark with desire.
“Turn around like you were,” he orders in a voice dripping with dominance.
I instantly comply, moving so abruptly the water sloshes over the edge of the tub.Oops. I’ll wipe that up later.
He slips one hand down the center of my body, bending his torso until his fingers find their target. Right between my thighs.
“Open for me, cookie.”
Some of the bubbles clear when I surge my legs open, giving me a glimpse of his hand diving lower.
He cups my entire pussy in his large palm. “That’s my good girl.”
I’m tempted to grind against his hand, but I resist. I’d rather wait for him to tell me what to do.
He licks the sensitive spot under my ear. “Want me to make you come, baby?”
I melt against him, becoming a pliant vessel at his mercy. “Yes, please.”
He languidly spears his fingers through the slick flesh of my pussy, rubbing and teasing me. Using his other hand, he flicks and rolls my nipple, making my back arch instinctively. “You like that, don’t you?”
I nod, suddenly finding words hard to come by. Who needs ‘em, amirite?
Reed runs his mouth along the curve of my neck, sucking and nipping at my slick skin. My eyes roll back when he locates my clit, pinching it between the pads of his fingers.
He drags his tongue along the shell of my ear. “I’m gonna cover your mouth with my hand. Not to cut off your breathing or anything like that. Just so you can’t talk right now.”
My snarky side arrives late to the party. “Why? Do you hate my voice?”
“No, I fucking love your voice.” He rubs my clit in tight circles, maintaining the same lazy speed. “But right now, there’sonly one sound I want you to make. And I want to hear it on repeat, getting louder and more needy until you come for me.”
Goose flesh tickles my skin as his warm breath fans over my neck. “Oh?”
Yet again, I’m dishing out the best responses in the history of responses.
He bites the fleshy part of my earlobe, drawing a moan out of me. “When we were kissing, you gave me the sweetest little whimper. I fucking love drawing that sound out of you.”
Moving with deliberate intention, he places his wet hand over my mouth and applies the softest pressure, tugging my head fully against his chest. “I bet you’ll make that sound again if I hold you like this and play with your pretty little pussy. Would you like that?”
As promised, he doesn’t cover my airway or cause any pain. Instead of trying to speak, I nod my agreement.
“That’s my perfect girl.” He kisses my temple, letting his mouth hover. “Just push my hand away if you need to. Okay?”
I answer with another nod and let my eyelids flutter shut.
He amps up the pressure on my clit, switching from tight circles to tantalizing strokes that tease my opening.“Now all you need to do is let me make you feel good.” His fully engorged erection presses into me from behind. “You don’t need to worry about what to say. Or what to do. Just relax and keep those sexy, thick thighs open for me. That’s all.”
The next pass he makes over my clit spurs my hips to thrust. I mewl in pleasure, the sound dampered by his hand.
“Yes, cookie.That’sthe sound. Just like that.”
The slight apprehension I had about this rapidly dissipates into the ether. He’s right. There’s no thought required. No fears. No pressure to sound sexy.All I need to do is get lost in the way he’s pleasing me.
“Let me see how you sound when I slip a finger inside you.”
My breathing sharply increases, making my chest heave.
“Fuck yes. You like that.” He pumps his finger in and out in subtle strokes. “Let’s see how you sound when I add another one.”
