My vision flickers up his body to study his reaction.Yep. He loves it as much as I do.
Always my mirror.
“Fucking hell, cookie.Mmm. You sure you want to do this now?”
I nod enthusiastically, stroking him harder. “Not the rough one yet.”
“I’m not in the mood for rough anyhow.”
Longing to feel his entire dick at once, I fist him in both hands, stacking up my grip. “Good. Then we agree.”
I glance at his cock, licking my lips to sop up the drool. I’m salivating already. I’m no bird. I’m one of Pavlov’s dogs. The steely bell is in my hands. Might as well ring it.
Once more, I cast my gaze up his body. I love the way he’s devouring me with his eyes. It’s a mix of cherishing affection and carnal hunger.
He gives me a sultry smirk that incinerates my panties. “Tell me what you want, cookie. Why are you on your knees?”
“I thought we already covered this.”
“Oh, we did,” he taunts, voice and eyes darkening. “I want to hear you say it. Ask for what you want.”
Ah. I see what’s happening.
The sight of me on my knees has flipped his bossy switch. It’s written all over his expression. From the slight snarl of his upper lip to the tension in his neck. He wants me to beg.
Cue evil laugh.My diabolical plan is coming together perfectly.
“Please teach me how to—” A sudden burst of shyness cuts off my sentence, and my face falls to the carpet.
“Use your words,” he urges lovingly, tipping my chin up.
I swallow down my nerves and spit it out. “Teach me how to suck your cock.”
He arches a brow in warning.
“Please,” I add, batting my lashes coquettishly. “Pleaseteach me what you like.”
“That’s my girl,” he praises, running his fingertips through my hair.
My tongue twitches as my attention slides down his body. With the exception of his open fly and the partially loosened collar, he’s still so put together.
Hot.
I want to dive in and lick him like a lollipop. But I asked for a step-by-step lesson. And I was always a committed student.
Anticipation has me pressing my thighs together.
“Let me see those red fingertips working me up and down. One hand. Long and slow.”
And the lesson is underway.
I do as he says, using my dominant hand. Realizing four of my fingers are on the side, I twist my grip to bring them to the top so he has a better view of the polish.
A gruff sound rumbles from the bottom of his chest. “Fuck yes. Twist like that when you get to the head. Not too fast.”
When I comply, he growls, sending a surge of arousal through my veins and straight to my clit.
He continues, delivering each line with a dominant heat I’m powerless to disobey. “Roll your hand in the opposite direction on the down stroke.”
