My body is already strung tight, ready to snap. Every instinct in me screams to flip her onto her back and bury myself inside her without another second wasted.
But I don't.
I don't want to rush this.
I have all night to savour her, to discover the sounds she makes in every position I can bend her into. All night to take my time, exploring every inch of her body until she is trembling, completely overwhelmed, and begging for more.
She turns onto her back, settling against the pillows, watching me from beneath her eyelashes.
I step forward until my legs reach the end of the bed.
“Open your legs for me.”
She obeys without hesitation. The blush on her cheeks makes the freckles stand out.
“Did you buy this just for me?” I ask, my fingers brushing the delicate lace at her hips.
She nods, watching me closely. “Do you like it?”
I meet her eyes—my favourite colour in the world—and smile. “I love it.”
My hands settle at her waist. “But I need it off.”
The lace set is gorgeous, and knowing she wore it for me makes me even happier. However, I’m eager to see more of her beautiful body.
I take my time, dragging the fabric down her smooth legs, inch by inch, not rushing a single second of it. Over her knees. Her calves. Down to her ankles and off her small feet, her pink toenails make something in my chest soften despite how hard my cock is.
It's unfair how sweet she looks while driving me completely out of my mind.
I lift her knickers in my hands, bringing them to my nose, and inhale before I can stop myself.
Fucking Christ.
I close my eyes for a second, steadying myself, already feeling the edges of my obsession creeping in like they've always belonged there. If I let myself, I’d spend hours with her riding my face. Morning, afternoon, and night.
I’m already addicted to every single part of her.
“Legs wider, princess. We both know how flexible you are.”
She does as she's told, but I catch the little roll of her eyes. That spark of defiance. Cute. But bratty enough to make me grin.
I lean closer, fingers hovering just above her, and give her pussy a sharp, teasing smack. She gasps, hips jerking up, and I push them back down, enjoying the way she shivers.
“Ouch! What was that for?” she whines, but her legs stay spread.
“You rolled your eyes like a brat.”
Her hands clutch the sheets tighter, nails digging in. “I thought you liked my bratty side.”
“Oh, I do,” I say, my lips lightly kiss her inner thigh. “But in here? In our bed. My rules. This body is mine to taste, to tease, to fuck.”
Her breath hitches. “I… I’m okay with that,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “No, I need you to say it, Willow. I need to hear that you want this. To understand it's okay for me to take control.”
Willow's eyes flash, a mix of fire and want, and her voice comes out stronger this time. “This body is yours. Do whatever you want.”
I groan softly.
