She took my breath away when she asserted herself like that, but instead of making me want to submit to her commands, it awakened a desire to meet like with like, to challenge her fierceness with something equal to it.
She looked poised to feel my hand smack her ass, but instead I plunged two fingers into her, and she cried out. She was panting and trembling, giving me the answer to whether she was really into doing this with me.
“I’ve been doing my homework, Lady Elena, and I’ve read about what’s happening when you boss me around like that.” I lazily thrust in and out of her. “I do believe it’s called topping from the bottom. And I’m not taking orders from you at the moment, Temptress. I’ve had to wait so long to find out what this pussy tastes like. I’ve driven myself crazy thinking about licking you here. Once you’ve given me a taste, I’m not stopping until I’ve felt you come around my fingers again.” I pressed my thumb to her clit and stroked as I thrust into her. “And again…and again.”
I flipped her over so she was lying on her back across the ottoman, then sank to the ground between her spread legs. She gasped when my tongue made contact. I would never get tired of the sounds she made.
I moved in a slow, gentle rhythm, but from the way she was squirming and fisting her hands in my hair, she wanted it harder and faster. I chuckled. “You’re not used to being made to wait, are you?”
As she started to answer, I shoved my fingers back inside her, and whatever biting retort she’d planned to flay me with turned into a moan. I stroked her clit faster, giving her the harder pressure she was asking for as I continued to fuck her with my fingers, and it only took minutes for her to come.
She dropped her head back, limbs loose while she lay there silently panting.
It seemed she wanted a break.
So I kept going.
She tried to knock my hand away at first, so I said, “Turnabout’s fair play, Elena. You’re going to have to use that safe word if you really want me to stop.”
I looped my arms over her legs, holding her hips in place with my forearms so she couldn’t move. Then I lowered my head, pressing my tongue just above my thumb, so she had the heavier pressure she craved and the wet heat of my mouth. Her hips bucked under my arms and she wrapped her fingers in my hair, at first like she might pull me away, but then holding my head closer.
The more she thrashed and bucked in the face of another orgasm, the tighter I held her down, refusing to let her escape the intensity of it. The feel of holding her down, keeping her so effortlessly at my mercy was a thrill like I’d never felt before.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “I want to watch.”
I didn’t release my hold as she eagerly and unselfconsciously dropped a hand between her legs and started to stroke herself while my fingers slid in and out of her slick heat.
“Another finger…” she gasped. “Spread me wide like that big, thick cock would. Show me what it would feel like for you to fill me up.”
“There goes that filthy mouth again…” I started to ease another finger in, making her whimper. “Are those the sounds you would make for me, greedy girl, if I fucked you with this cock?”
She bucked against me, trying to push them inside her.
“Take it, Temptress. Ride my hand until you take all three. My dick would spread you more than this.”
She rocked her hips, working herself onto my fingers until I could thrust in and out again.
I knocked her hand away and stroked her clit hard and fast, wanting to be the one that dragged this orgasm out of her.
She lost her mind, moaning and panting until she cried out. I savored the feel of her clenching around me and the way she grinned up at the ceiling as she went limp on the ottoman.
I kissed her smile and she murmured, “My turn.”
I didn’t think my balls could take much more after denying myself all night, so I sat back down on the couch. “Come here.”
Without argument, she rolled languidly to the floor, somehow still looking poised despite her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks.
She glared at me when she crawled between my legs. “Christ, you’re still wearing those suspenders…”
If they had this effect on her, I’d be wearing them at all times.
I only managed to hold on long enough for her to bob up and down rapidly a few times, then I had the most mind-numbing orgasm of my life. It rocked through my entire body. She held eye contact with me as she swallowed, cocking an eyebrow at me, then flopped back onto the floor, lying in a naked sprawl.
I breathed deeply, feeling drained and limp and satisfied down to my bones. It was like she’d pulled all the tension right out of me.
She giggled, a completely unfamiliar sound coming out of her mouth. “You’re a fucking sandbagger, Mr. Chase. Now how do we get that out of you when you’re playing Lucas Steel?”
“I’m not sure,” I mumbled, voice sounding gravelly. “But I think it’s going to take a lot of practice to figure it out.”
