wouldn’t survive if I did. Instead, all I can do is give her the impression that I’m not holding back.
I kiss down her body, even over her bruises, trying to warm her up as I move closer to her black panties. I grab them with my teeth and rip them down her legs to her ankles. Then I gasp at the sight of her pussy so close, so tempting, so mine.
“Lick my clit,” Liesel says, still clinging to her control.
She doesn’t understand that her body is mine. Even though I’ve never touched her, I’ve watched Waylon touch her, other men have her. I’ve studied her body and know what she wants, what she needs.
She thinks she needs to be in control to come, just like I do. The trauma we have both experienced makes it difficult to trust someone else with our bodies. The only way we allow another to be intimate is if we keep that control.
We aren’t even fucking and we are already battling.
I want to take complete control. I want to cover her mouth so she can no longer give me orders. I want to tie her up so she physically can’t persuade me to her will.
But I decide on a different route.
I kiss up her legs, moving closer to her clit. I will lick her as she commanded, but I’ll take my time.
“Langston,” she whines, needing me.
I glance between her legs; she’s not ready for me to touch her there yet, as much as she thinks. My first kiss of her clit is going to be explosive. It needs to be in order for her to forget the pain in her chest.
I kiss her upper thigh, the closest I’ve gotten to following her order.
Her hands grab my hair, and she pushes my head to where she wants me.
I smirk, and her eyes twinkle.
“Lick me, or I’ll stop this.”
I act like I’m going to move away and stop this.
She growls.
I chuckle.
And then I take her by surprise and do what she asks—I lick her clit.
She moans like I just gave her an orgasm with the single lick. Touching her here is everything I’ve ever imagined. She’s not touching me, stroking me, and I won’t be fucking her with my cock, but damn do I feel everything she’s feeling.
I lick her again, stroking my tongue over her sensitive bud.
She grips my hair tighter.
I’ve always enjoyed pleasuring a woman, having my head buried between her legs, but it’s always been a prelude to what comes next. But this—this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever been a part of.
Her legs buckle as I move my tongue in circles around her clit.
She starts to speak, I’m sure to give me another order. But I’m in control of her body now.
I slide a finger to her entrance before she has a chance to speak.
Her breath catches as she waits for me to enter her.
One second. Two seconds. Three…
And then I push a finger inside. She arches her back, taking all of me in as I continue to lick, rippling through her nerve endings.
I push a second, then a third finger inside her, knowing she wants to be stretched—that she would take my entire body inside her if she could. She wants me. She’s desperate for me.
I have no doubt that if I asked to fuck her right now, she’d accept. But that will have to wait for another time. Until I have no doubt it’s what she wants. Until I can take her again and again and again. Until she’s fully mine.
Something I doubt will ever happen.
So I’ll savor this, and it will have to be enough. This is the most I will ever get of her.
I slide my fingers in and out of her as I lick, tasting every sweet drop as I bring her closer to the edge.
“Not yet, huntress.”
She moans, and I know she wants to protest. To order me to finish, to make her come but she can’t speak. All she can do is moan and whimper.
I continue to work her body, learning even more about her. How much pressure she likes. How deep she likes my fingers. How fast, how slow. I memorize everything about her body.
I feel her getting close. Her muscles are tightening around my fingers. Her breath is speeding. I bring her right to the edge, and then I stop everything.
Her eyes glare at me, and she takes a couple of breaths, trying to regain her speech. “Lang—”
I start again, sending a million