her nape. His thumb brushed lazily over her racing
pulse as he stared at her.
“If it gets to be too much tell me stop.”
She nodded.
“Say it, Parker. I need to hear it.”
“Okay. I’ll stop you if it doesn’t feel
good.”
He didn’t question her further and this
time when his mouth closed over her nipple he sucked her hard. Then he used his
teeth. It stung, but oh she liked it. She wanted more, bowed her back in an
effort to get closer. He used his fingers on her other breast. Gently at first.
Pinching when she pleaded for more. She cried out, pleasure and pain mingling
in a way she’d only imagined before except it was so much better. It was
instinct to open her mind to him, to share the feeling. He groaned, giving her smile
full of wicked intent, before rolling over. He sat back on his heels, lifted
her knees high, and spread her thighs wide.
“I want you like this. Open for me. Under
my control.”
He slid down between her legs and blew a
hot breath over her pussy. She jerked and he gripped her hip with one hand. He
used the other to spread her even more, exposing her clit to his gaze. Then he
licked her and it took self control she didn’t know she had to not arch closer.
Demand more. When she didn’t, he did it again and again. Pleasure hummed
through her. She fisted her hands in the blankets to keep from reaching for
him, giving him the control he wanted. Submission felt illicit, added to the thrill.
Each stroke of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth wound her tighter and
tighter until she knew another couple of seconds and she would come.
He stopped abruptly. Thrust two fingers
into her pussy. She cried out at the sudden shift and the orgasm slipped out of
reach. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream or punch him.
“Look at me, baby.”
She met dark, hooded eyes. “I was so
close,” she whined.
“I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
Okay, maybe this submission thing was
overrated. He chuckled and she realized she’d shared the thought. Damn. He
moved his hand, fingers sliding in and out of her easily. It wasn’t enough.
“Slow and gentle?” he asked. She shook
her head, desperate for a firmer touch. Hard. Maybe even rough. “What, baby?
You have to talk to me.”
Was he planning on breaking down every
inhibition she’d ever had in one night?
“Harder.”
The next few strokes were harder but
still slow. It wasn’t enough.
“Faster,” she begged. He wanted
specifics? Fine, he’d get them. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me
until neither of us can walk.”
“Gods, baby, you are so damned hot. I am
going to fuck you. Later.”
He licked her clit again then sucked it
between his teeth. The sting quickly morphed into bliss. She wanted so much
more but she didn’t have the voice to ask for it. She didn’t have too. His
fingers continued their steady withdraw and retreat, faster and harder, and this
time when her body drew taut with her impending orgasm he didn’t stop her. He
petted her through it and once her shudders subsided, he loomed over her, his
cock pressing against her pussy. He waited until she met his gaze then thrust
home. It felt so good, beyond pleasure and pain, she cried out. He froze.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she managed to
croak out.
But he didn’t follow her order.
“Is that what you want?” he asked
seriously. “To be in charge in our bed?”
She caught her bottom lip between her
teeth and thought it over. She hadn’t ever really wanted to be the dominant
partner in bed, but neither had she wanted to go fully submissive. It was a
surprise to find she liked it, didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. She
shook her head.
“I don’t want to be in control.”
“Good,” he growled, rolling his hips.
Teasing her. “I can’t help being dominant, baby, but I’ll make you feel good. I
don’t get off on pain.”
This time she froze. Great. So now she
was a perv. Why the hell had he asked in the first place? She
pulse as he stared at her.
“If it gets to be too much tell me stop.”
She nodded.
“Say it, Parker. I need to hear it.”
“Okay. I’ll stop you if it doesn’t feel
good.”
He didn’t question her further and this
time when his mouth closed over her nipple he sucked her hard. Then he used his
teeth. It stung, but oh she liked it. She wanted more, bowed her back in an
effort to get closer. He used his fingers on her other breast. Gently at first.
Pinching when she pleaded for more. She cried out, pleasure and pain mingling
in a way she’d only imagined before except it was so much better. It was
instinct to open her mind to him, to share the feeling. He groaned, giving her smile
full of wicked intent, before rolling over. He sat back on his heels, lifted
her knees high, and spread her thighs wide.
“I want you like this. Open for me. Under
my control.”
He slid down between her legs and blew a
hot breath over her pussy. She jerked and he gripped her hip with one hand. He
used the other to spread her even more, exposing her clit to his gaze. Then he
licked her and it took self control she didn’t know she had to not arch closer.
Demand more. When she didn’t, he did it again and again. Pleasure hummed
through her. She fisted her hands in the blankets to keep from reaching for
him, giving him the control he wanted. Submission felt illicit, added to the thrill.
Each stroke of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth wound her tighter and
tighter until she knew another couple of seconds and she would come.
He stopped abruptly. Thrust two fingers
into her pussy. She cried out at the sudden shift and the orgasm slipped out of
reach. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream or punch him.
“Look at me, baby.”
She met dark, hooded eyes. “I was so
close,” she whined.
“I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
Okay, maybe this submission thing was
overrated. He chuckled and she realized she’d shared the thought. Damn. He
moved his hand, fingers sliding in and out of her easily. It wasn’t enough.
“Slow and gentle?” he asked. She shook
her head, desperate for a firmer touch. Hard. Maybe even rough. “What, baby?
You have to talk to me.”
Was he planning on breaking down every
inhibition she’d ever had in one night?
“Harder.”
The next few strokes were harder but
still slow. It wasn’t enough.
“Faster,” she begged. He wanted
specifics? Fine, he’d get them. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me
until neither of us can walk.”
“Gods, baby, you are so damned hot. I am
going to fuck you. Later.”
He licked her clit again then sucked it
between his teeth. The sting quickly morphed into bliss. She wanted so much
more but she didn’t have the voice to ask for it. She didn’t have too. His
fingers continued their steady withdraw and retreat, faster and harder, and this
time when her body drew taut with her impending orgasm he didn’t stop her. He
petted her through it and once her shudders subsided, he loomed over her, his
cock pressing against her pussy. He waited until she met his gaze then thrust
home. It felt so good, beyond pleasure and pain, she cried out. He froze.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she managed to
croak out.
But he didn’t follow her order.
“Is that what you want?” he asked
seriously. “To be in charge in our bed?”
She caught her bottom lip between her
teeth and thought it over. She hadn’t ever really wanted to be the dominant
partner in bed, but neither had she wanted to go fully submissive. It was a
surprise to find she liked it, didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. She
shook her head.
“I don’t want to be in control.”
“Good,” he growled, rolling his hips.
Teasing her. “I can’t help being dominant, baby, but I’ll make you feel good. I
don’t get off on pain.”
This time she froze. Great. So now she
was a perv. Why the hell had he asked in the first place? She
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