I set the rhythm, my head bobbing as I slide him in and out of my mouth, sucking, nibbling, gripping his thighs for support. Flint’s breaths come in ragged gasps, his fingers tightening in my hair. He doesn’t move. Part of me desperately wants him to fuck my face, to watch him come completely undone for me. But he doesn’t force, doesn’t push. He’s giving me control, allowing me to take what I want.
I feel a surge of power, confidence.I’min control, setting the pace, giving and taking the pleasure asIdesire. Flint’s body tenses, his muscles coiling as he nears the edge, but I can feel him holding back, waiting for me. Waiting for permission.
I pull back and look up at him with a smile. “Comefor me, Flint,” I whisper, my voice sounding husky. “Let me see you lose control.”
Flint’s eyes darken and he nods. I take him into my mouth again, my movements faster, more insistent. Flint’s hips move in sync, his hands tight in my hair until he’s fucking my face. I can feel him hitting the back of my throat. I hum in pleasure as his body trembles. I can feel him coming undone and I fuckingloveit. I’m high on the power and sensation as he comes in my mouth, the release pulsing down my throat.
I swallow everything he gives me, my body throbbing with desire and power. It takes me a moment to stand, my legs unsteady and Flint pulls me into him, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. We stand there, entwined, the world of books surrounding us.
When we finally come up for air, Flint is watching me with a mix of admiration and desire. “You’re incredible,” he whispers, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “You know that, right?”
I smile, slow. “I’m starting to,” I reply. My voice sounds strong, sure. Steady. “You make me feel… powerful.”
Flint’s hands slide down my body, his touch igniting a new trail of fire. “That’s because you are,” he murmurs, his lips finding the sensitive spot below my ear. “And I want you to feel that power, to own it.”
My breath hitches as his hands find the hem of my dress, lifting it slowly. I raise my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head, leaving me only in a black bra and panties. His eyes roam my body, his gaze full of hunger and desire.
“You’re beautiful.” His voice is rough with his own desire. “Every inch of you.”
I feel the flush of heat spread through me, my cheeks growing hot. I reach behind me, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes take me in, my breath catching when he takes in my breasts. He reaches out, cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples and I bite back a moan, arching into his touch. He leans down, his mouth replacing his thumb, his tongue swirling. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close as I arch, urging him to take more.
He does, his mouth moving to my other breast, lavishing it with attention. His hands roam over my body, exploring every curve and valley. It feels alive under his touch, all sensation. I can feel the sparks of pleasure in my very veins.
Flint’s hands slide down my hips, his fingers hooking in the waist of my panties. He pulls them down, slowly, his eyes holding mine. I step out, standing naked and unashamed before him.
His hands find my thighs, his touch gentle as he urges my legs apart. I open for him, my body aching with need. He adjusts himself, pants and underwear be damned, as he kneels before me, his breath hot on my inner thighs. He looks at me with desire and devotion, and I feel like he’s looking into my soul.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, placing a kiss on the inside of my thigh, his gaze never breaking from mine. “I’m here for your pleasure, to make you feel powerful.” He adds a slight nip to the sensitive skin and I almost whimper from the rising need inside me. My heart is racing, my body throbbing. I reach down, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I want you to make me come, Flint. I want to feel like I’m the only thing you see.”
His eyes flash with heat. He leans in, histongue finding my clit in one swift movement. I gasp, my hips arching against his face as the pleasure lances through me. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as he explores me with his tongue, his movements slow. Deliberate.
He takes his time, building my pleasure with each lick and suck, his fingers joining in, sliding into me. My body is on fire, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I can feel my orgasm building, the heat in my belly coiling tighter and tighter.
His fingers curl inside me, finding the sensitive spot that sends me spiraling, sucking my clit, flicking his tongue against it until I shatter. My body shakes with the force of my orgasm and I swear I see stars. My cries echo in the quiet of Wanderlust. He holds me up, his touch gentle now, supportive, drawing out every last wave of pleasure my body can give.
As I come down from my high, Flint stands, pulling me into his arms. We hold each other, bodies slick with sweat, hearts beating in sync. I feel our connection. I feelempoweredas I realize Flint is trembling slightly. I didthat.I made this huge maletremble. My blood heats again with the knowledge until I feelslightly drunk.
We hurry to fix ourselves up and close down the rest of the shop. I try to convince Ash to let it be — Betsy will hardly care — but she insists on doing everything properly. Of course she does. She’d never let down someone she cares about. Rather than fight her on it, I just go along. It’ll be quicker. All I want to do at this point is get my princess home where I can ravage her again.
When she’s finally completed what she feels like she needs to, I grab her bag and snag her keys because I know she’s going to forget both. Now that she feels like Wanderlust is tucked in for the night, she’s focused on getting home and finishing what we’ve started.
There are many conversations we need to have, but fuck that. Tonight it’s me and her. No destiny, no fates, no swords or deadlines hanging over our heads. Just us — Ash and Flint.
I tuck the knowledge away that, for just an instant, before I lost myself to the warmth and heat of her mouth, her eyes had glowed silver.
As we make our way home, the air between us feels electrified, like it’s cackling with the anticipation we’re both feeling. The taste of her is still on mytongue and the image of her face as she came is playing on a loop in my mind, each more enticing than the last. My hand rests lightly on her back, careful to not make demands, but still possessive, promising.
When we finally reach the apartment, the door isn’t even fully closed behind us before I’m on her, my lips hungry and demanding.
“Fuck,” I growl against her mouth as she boosts herself up, wrapping her legs around my waist, my hands cupping her ass and holding her close. I swear I feel the blood drain from my head to pool in my cock, pushing painfully against the fly of my jeans. “I can’t stop thinking about how you taste, how you feel. I can still feel your lips around my cock.”
Her body responds to my words, grinding her hips against mine. Her lips attack my neck, nipping and sucking. Dragging her teeth along the column of my throat, she asks, “Is that so?” Her voice is low, sultry. “And what else have you been thinking about? It was a long walk home.”
I tilt my head back, giving her free access as I knead that perfect ass. “I’ve been thinking about how wet you get for me. How your body trembles when you come for me. How fucking gorgeous you look on your knees.” I can feel her heart racing. A quick scan of her tells me she’s aching with need.
Taking a risk, I push the image of how beautiful she looked working me with her mouth into her mind. With a shocked gasp, she drops her legs, knees almost buckling before I steady her.
“I’ve been thinking about how tight you’ll feel around me, how you’ll squeeze me when you come, milking mycock. I’ve been thinking about how much I want to hear youscreammy name.”
