to her bed, I lift my shirt off her and toss it aside, then inhale sharply, taking in her amazing, naked body. “Beautiful.”
Her hands drift down my chest to my cock, and I step out of her reach. “Lie on your back.”
“Bossy,” she says with a raise of a brow, but her breathing has increased and I know she’s turned on.
“Do I have to tell you again?”
“No, you don’t.” She lies in the middle of the bed, on her back, crosses her hands over her belly, and watches me with humor-filled eyes. “Now what?”
Oh, baby, just wait.
I don’t answer her. I just smile and watch as she bites her lip, already anticipating my next move.
I spread her legs wide and lean in to kiss her breasts. “Grab your ankles.”
“I’m sorry?”
I lift my head, looking in her eyes. “I want you to grab your ankles.”
“Do you ever say please?”
I blink at her. “Not right now.”
She narrows her eyes, trying to decide if she’s going to trust me with this much control, and finally she complies, gripping on to her ankles as her legs are spread.
“Good girl.”
She giggles. “Good girl?”
“Mmm.” I suck a nipple into my mouth, then lick up her neck and kiss her lips, biting that bottom lip myself. “I understand why you always bite this lip. It’s delicious.”
“You’re in a really interesting mood this morning.”
“It’s afternoon.”
“Whatever.”
I kiss her again, and then with my lips still pressed to hers, I say, “Now I want you to count to twenty. If you let go of your ankles, I’m going to spank you. Hard.”
The muscles in her neck work as she swallows, eyes pinned to mine.
“Do you understand?”
She nods.
“Words, Addie.”
“I won’t let go.”
I trace her body with my tongue, working my way down, but instead of eating her pussy, I push two fingers inside her. “Count.”
“One, two—”
And I begin to finger-fuck her, roughly, my thumb pressing on her clit. Her back arches and she releases her ankles.
“You let go.”
“Wait!” She laughs, shaking her head. “Let me try again.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Okay, we’ll call that practice. Grab your ankles.”
She complies.
“Count.”
“One, two, three, shit, shit, shit . . .”
“Shit isn’t counting. Start over.” I don’t slow my hand, and she groans.
“One, oh my God.”
“He’s not here, baby. Count.” She glares at me, but doesn’t let go.
“One, two, three, four . . .”
“Slower.”
She whimpers, but slows her counting and I resume driving her mad with my hand, watching as her body flushes, tightens, makes me abso-fucking-lutely hard.
She reaches twenty without letting go, and I stop the torture as she sighs in relief.
“Very good.”
She smiles triumphantly.
“Okay, let’s try this.”
“Can I let go of my ankles now?”
I smirk. “Yes, you may. You’re catching on.”
“I had no idea this could be so much fun. I thought it was just dirty, maybe a little toxic to a relationship.”
“What, dominance?”
She nods.
“Nothing toxic ever comes from genuine love and trust. Ever. Remember that, baby.”
“I do trust you,” she whispers shyly, making me soften.
I’ll never abuse that trust.
I reward her with a long, sweet, wet kiss and wrap her legs around my waist, sliding into her warm wetness.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
“Mmm,” she moans.
“Now you’re going to talk to me,” I say. Her eyes open in surprise, a little V forming as she frowns at me.
“About what?”
“About this.” I slide out, then let my cock skim up her folds, the head tickling her clit. “I want you to tell me how this feels.”
“It feels good.”
“Be more specific.” I bite her lower lip and feel sweat break out on my forehead when her little tongue peeks out to glide over the spot I just bit. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I’m warm.”
“And?” I rear back and slide my cock back inside her. Her ass feels full and perfect as I grip it, pulling her even closer against me.
“And turned on.”
“I need more, Addie.”
“I feel excited. Your cock hits this spot that sends zings up my spine.”
“Good girl.” I nuzzle her nipple with my nose. “What else?”
“Your fingertips on my ass.”
“Yes?”
“I want them to leave bruises so I can see them later when I take a shower.”
I feel a smile spread over my face at the thought of marking her.
Because she’s fucking mine.
“I love that. Good one.”
“I like the way the hair on your leg feels under my foot.”
“Mmm. I love it when you drag your foot up my leg.”
She does it again, making me smile.
“Your weight feels good on me,” she whispers, then catches her breath when I pound into her,