Tessa’s eyes track her hands, moving up higher. “Like what you see?” I ask, hoping she does.
“Umm, yes, very much.”
I grin. “Sit up.”
She does and I lift the hem of her shirt over her head. Tessa is wearing a pink lacy bra that I can see her nipples through. My mouth waters and I slowly lean in. My lips press against her collarbone, then her shoulder, until I reach the strap of her bra then move to her breasts. Methodically I kiss everywhere,moving back and forth and then I lick her nipple through the lace.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, her hand going to my hair. “Please.”
I grin, and do it on the other side, letting the lace become wet from my mouth. I want more though. I want to draw that pink peak in my mouth, suck it and drive her wild. I bite on the edge of the lace, pulling it down and exposing the bud.
Then I do exactly what I wanted. I pull her nipple deep in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue before licking it softly. Over and over, I repeat the motions, savoring the soft noises of pleasure she makes.
I lift up, wanting to lick somewhere else even more. “Are you wet for me?” I ask.
Her face reddens slightly but she nods.
“How wet?”
Tessa leans up on her elbows looking like a goddess. “Why don’t you find out,” she challenges.
“Oh, sweetheart, don’t you know better than to challenge a man who likes control?”
I want her to know that I’m not some little schoolboy and I like to be the one who leads the show.
“Am I to be submissive then?”
I move my hand down her front, unbuttoning her jeans. “Not submissive,” I clarify. “But will you do as you're told?”
“Depends what you want me to do.”
Let’s test her then. “Get up.”
I move off to the side, watching and waiting to see what she’ll do.
She gets up, her pants undone, bra still on but the cups are now pulled below her ample breasts, letting me see them in all their glory.
“I’m up.”
I smile. “Slide your pants down.” She doesn’t hesitate in pushing them down her legs before stepping out. “The bra.” I order.
Tessa does it. “Okay.”
“Take the underwear off, I want to see your pretty cunt.”
Tessa’s eyes flash with defiance, but she complies, pulling it off. “Now what?”
“Stand there.”
I get off the bed, moving to her side, looking at her, but not touching. I’m close, the heat off her body is so appealing, but I use my restraint to keep myself from giving her what she wants.
“So beautiful,” I croon. “Standing before me like a fucking queen. Do you want me on my knees for you, sweetheart? To lick your cunt until you scream my name and your legs give out?”
She sucks in a breath. “I…”
I watch her unable to think, her mind racing in a million directions, I wonder if she’ll ask for what she wants. “Or do you want to go to your knees, and let me fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cock?”
I think she wants to be controlled a little. To escape the same way that I am. She needs someone to take away her worries, give her control by not having to think for one fucking minute.
