But tonight, there would be none of that.
“Colson”—I wrapped my fingers around his arm and squeezed—“get on your knees.”
He left the height of the curtain to look at me. “You don’t want me to tie you?—”
“I want you right there.” I pointed at the floor in front of me. He leaned in, and as his lips got closer, I stuck my finger on them, stopping him from getting nearer. “Make me come.”
His smile spread against my skin.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re giving me orders.”
“Now.”
He took a few steps back and knelt. His position was as tantalizing as foreplay. The desire in his eyes, even in the dark room, was making me wetter. This dull throb had existed between my legs for far too long. His hands were exceptional, but this was a job for his face.
I took a step and then another. “Lift my skirt.”
“You don’t want to take it off?—”
I raked my hands through his gelled hair, gripping the strands. “Lift it, Colson.”
In my heels, I was the perfect height; his mouth, once he completed my order, was aimed directly at my pussy. He moaned the second the fabric was out of the way, the V between my legs finally revealed. As I continued to hold his hair, not allowing him to move, he stared at me—not up, but straight, giving off the impression that he’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“Let me taste you.” He held the back of my thighs, sliding his body down ever so slightly. “Sophie, give me your pussy.” He was begging. “Fucking feed it to me.”
“How badly do you want it?”
A question I never asked. It was always the reverse; I was the one who answered. But the longing in his expression told me there was nothing he needed more. And those words—whenever they hit my ears—would wrap around me as vigorously as his mouth would.
“Don’t even question it. I’m fucking aching for you.” He grabbed his dick through his shorts. “You have no idea.”
“I do.” Because he’d put me through hell. “I know just how it feels to want something, to the point you would do anything to have it.” I pulled back on his hair. “Show me your tongue, Colson.”
I hadn’t actually seen it. I’d felt it—in my mouth, on my body—but that was the extent.
He held my hips as his lips parted, his tongue sliding through the opening.
“Flatten it.”
He had it pointed, and upon my direction, he loosened the muscle, which then caused it to come out further and lengthen.
“Yes.” The size was impressive, the width would span far more than I needed, and the end of it would give me what I wanted. “Lick me.” When he went to move forward, I halted him, staring into his eyes. “You have one job. To make me remember this moment for the rest of my life.”
The enjoyment I saw should have been a warning, but I was positive I had the reins, and nothing was going to surprise me.
I was wrong.
He traced his finger from my clit to my ass, and without even a heads-up, no warning whatsoever, he entered that forbidden hole.
My gasp, a breathy inhale that sharpened when my lungs were full, didn’t stop him, nor was it intended to. All it did was fuel him. The same way my screaming, “Colson,” did.
He continued past his knuckle until he was fully buried. “You didn’t expect this. Good. You’re not going to expect the orgasm I’m about to give you either.”
He ignored the way I was holding him, as if I could tear outhis strands and he wouldn’t care, and his mouth dived straight to my clit.
“Ah!” The moan shot out of me before I could do anything about it.
There was no lapping, like he would do if there were a cone of ice cream in his hand. This was a steady flick across my clit, a quick suction of his lips, followed by a bold flash of teeth, shoving me toward that needed build.
