Consent is important.
She's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, and I’ll make sure she knows it every time, for as long as she’ll have me. But in here, in this room, control is mine
“That's my beautiful brat.”
I settle between her legs, my fingers sliding to either side of her heat, spreading her open, like she's been made for me. Her clit catches my attention first—the piercing glinting, daring me, practically begging to be kissed, licked, teased. I can't stop myself. My lips ghost over it, soft at first, before I bite down just enough to make her gasp and arch into me. Her hips jerk, and her legs try to close, and I chuckle dangerously low, catching her legs in my hands.
“Not yet. I’m just getting started with you.”
Little whines slip out of her mouth as she tries to squirm, and I grip her thighs tighter, keeping her exactly where I want.
“Your pussy is dripping for me.”
I trail my tongue along her slit, flicking over the piercing, tasting her in little bursts, watching her body react. Her skin flushes hotter under my mouth, her nails dig into the sheets, and I love how completely she's mine the moment I take control.
She needs this. Just to let go and feel safe, knowing I would never hurt her, but only make her feel good and wanted.
“Elijah, please.”
Her voice shakes as her head falls back, eyes closed, and I can't help but notice her nipples are hard beneath the thin fabric of her bra. I keep licking her as I grind my erection into the bed. Shit, I need her. I don't know why I’m torturing myself when all I want is to be inside her.
I hover above her. “Tell me, princess… what do you want?”
“I… I need to see you. No… I need you inside me. Please… please just fuck me.” She stumbles over her words, desperate and flushed and so beautifully undone.
I push myself up to stand, licking my lips, still tasting her, enjoying the way she watches me now. Her chest rises and falls, head lifting just enough to meet my gaze, lips parting.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Her tongue darts out as I undo the button of my pants and push them down along with my boxers, stepping out of them and my shoes until I’m standing in front of her.
Hard.
Wanting.
Ready for her.
I know the look Willow is giving me.
The way her eyes drag over me isn't subtle in the slightest, and she doesn't even try to hide it. She doesn't need to, cause I’m hers in every way.
I take pride in looking after my body, and right now I can see exactly how much she enjoys the view.
She shifts backwards on the bed, palms pressing into the sheets as she moves. The fabric wrinkles beneath her, and I notice the darker patch left behind. My attention lingers for half a second before returning to her flushed expression.
“Better close that mouth,” I mused. “Before I decide to put something in it.”
She swallows. “I, erm, forgot how big you are.”
A quiet laugh leaves me as I place one knee on the mattress.
“You forgot when my cock was down your throat?”
Another knee sinks into the bed as I move toward her.
“Or when you had me squeezed between those gorgeous tits of yours?”
I lean near her, hands planted on the mattress near her feet. My attention drifts down her body.
