But Ilias?
With Ilias, it felt like hunger. Like power.
She tugged the waistband of his sweats, and Ilias lifted his hips to help her slide them down. His cock sprang free, thick, hard, and already dripping at the tip.
She licked her lips.
Looking up, she found him watching her like a man starving. He bit his lower lip, completely at her mercy.
“I wanted to do this last night,” she whispered, brushing featherlight kisses along the base of his shaft. “But you didn’t let me.”
“I was busy taking care of you,” he murmured, breath hitched.
She grinned. “Exactly why you deserve to be punished.”
She dragged her tongue along the underside, deliberately slow, deliberately cruel, never giving him what he craved. She hovered near the head, then pulled away again.
“Stop,” he growled, one hand diving into her hair and gripping it tight. “Stop teasing me. You’ll make me come just from that.”
Her smile widened,good.
“You. In that sundress. On your knees. In front of the mirror?” His voice dropped. “It’s a fucking fantasy.”
She glanced to the side.
A full-length mirror reflected their image. Her, between his legs. Him, eyes dark, lips parted, completely undone.
She was the one on her knees, but they both knew who was in control.
Without warning, she opened her mouth and took him in.
Ilias hissed, muttering something in Arabic, his grip in her hair tightening as she began to work him deeper, slowly hollowing her cheeks and pulling back with a sinful pop.
“You’re gorgeous, habiba,” he gasped. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
But she did.
She set a rhythm, finding it naturally, like her body already knew how to worship him. She swirled her tongue, grazed her nails up his thighs, felt his muscles tremble beneath her touch.
Then she popped off, looking up at him with heavy eyes. “Do you want to fuck my mouth, Ilias?”
He froze.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, brushing his thumb across her lips. “It’s going to be rough. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sofia nodded. “Please. I want it.”
“Fuck…” he growled. “Tap my leg if it’s too much.”
Ilias stood up, and she took him again, and this time, he guided her. Both hands in her hair, slowly first, then faster. The wet sound of her mouth filled the room, his hips rolling up into her as tears brimmed in her eyes.
“You’re taking me so well,” he breathed. “But I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”
He pulled her back gently, wiping the corners of her eyes, his breathing heavy.
“I need to fuck you in that dress.”
He spun her around, pushed her forward onto all fours, and lifted the hem of the sundress. Her panties were soaked, and he wasted no time pulling them down.
