Page 51 of Dandelions and Smoke

He glides his hand from my cheek, down, until his grip rests around my neck. I’m certain now that he can feel my pulse as it hammers away beneath his fingers.

Before my mind can overthink what he’s said, he applies slight pressure around my throat. The sensation is intoxicating, and I squeeze my thighs together as my clit pulses.

Noticing the movement, he grins and releases my throat to slip his hand down my body and between my legs. I gasp as his fingers swipe through my arousal, lighting up every nerve ending and sending a shock wave of desire rippling through every inch of my body. He lifts his fingers so that we both see the way they glisten in the moonlight before dragging them over his length, mixing it with his own.

“Whatever we do tonight will far surpass any dream I’ve ever had,” he says, subtly reassuring me. He wipes the last of my arousal over himself before leaning back on one elbow, his free hand reaching up to cradle the back of my head and guide me down. “Now, be a good girl and tell me how we taste.”

His words pull a whimper from me as a sharp ache of longing spreads through me. With an eagerness to please both him and myself, I do what he says.

He releases a groan of pleasure as I slide my mouth over him and work his shaft with my tongue as he described. His fist tightens at the nape of my neck as I pick up my speed, sending goosebumps erupting over my body. I moan as the taste of us coats my tongue, and I swirl it around his head. As I take him deeper, I realize that I’m enjoying this as much as he is.

My arousal drips down my leg, and he moves my head with violent control. His grip is so tight that I’m powerless to his demands. He asked if I trust him, and now I know why. Over and over, he pushes himself into my mouth and down my throat until I’m gagging and tears spring to my eyes. Yet, I don’t want him to stop. With every thrust, his cock pulses harder and harder, and it fills me with satisfaction and pride.

It’s me that’s making him feel this way. It’s me that’s got his legs trembling beneath my hands. I run my fingers up his thighs and grasp his shaft with my hands, working him as I pull him into my mouth. A grunt of desire escapes me, and my hips begin to shift with each thrust.

“Mmm, you’re so good to me, but it’s my turn,” he says, pulling my mouth off him with a pop. “And it looks like you’re more than ready.”

He brings my face to his, planting a kiss on my lips. His tongue tangles with mine before he spins me up and onto the bed, never once breaking the contact.

“Do you realize how amazing you are?” he asks in between breathless kisses.

Stopping, he pulls back to look at me sprawled beneath him on his bed, naked and needy. My lips feel swollen, and every inch of me still hums with his touch. I probably have mascara running down my face, but the way he’s looking at me right now makes it hard to care.

“So perfect,” he says, and I hardly have time to think about how untrue that is before he’s trailing more kisses down my skin and pulling my nipple between his teeth.

A cry of pleasure mixed with pain bounces off the walls of the room as he repeats his delicious torture on my other one. He takes turns between my breasts as I writhe beneath him helplessly while he pins my hands at my side.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks as his tongue draws perfect circles around my taut nipples before sucking one in and pulling another moan from me. “Do you?”

“No,” I gasp as he does it again.

“No?” he echoes as a question.

“No,” I repeat breathlessly.

“Then what should a good girl say?” he growls, low into my ear.

He’s going to make me come with his words alone. I’m dizzy from the pleasure he’s already given me, but as he raises a brow, what little sense I have left gives me the answer.

“Thank you,” I moan as he kisses down my neck and looks me in the eyes.

“Thank you, who?” he asks coyly, a playfulness present beneath the heat of his gaze.

It’s the playfulness that breaks through that has me stuck between a laugh and a moan as his cock teases at my entrance.

“Thank you, daddy!” My voice is lost in another gasp as he slams into me.

Fucking stars.

I see stars as he pushes in and out of me. With my orgasm building, he pulls out.

“Not yet.” He smirks. “Turn around.”

He points to the headboard, and excitement lights me up. I turn around, bending over the headboard for him, waiting on my knees. His fingers trail slowly down my spine, drawing a shiver from me and causing goosebumps to spread over my skin. My back arches out of pure reaction, and he lets out a hum of approval.

His grip tightens at my waist, squeezing before his hand releases and comes down with a smack on my ass.

“Fuck,” I moan, rocking back into him as the vibrations from his touch set every nerve at my core ablaze.