his vulgar language. For all his ‘yes, ma’am’s, he didn’t talk like a gentleman in the bedroom, and my mind responded enthusiastically to it, as did my body. I didn’t want proper, respectable sex with a gentleman.
I hungered for something . . . darker.
Primal, basic fucking.
Through the connection of our gazes, I didn’t need to use words to tell him my answer was yes. I parted my lips, lowered into his lap, and closed my mouth around the head of his dick.
Air left his body in a hiss through his clenched teeth. The sound was pleasure so acute, it was nearly killing him.
His skin was so soft against my tongue, yet firm as steel. I traced circles, swirling my tongue over the tip before pushing farther down on him. Every trick I could think of to maximize his enjoyment, I threw at him. I used my fingers to ring his cock and pumped them in time with my lips. I sucked so hard, it hollowed out my cheeks. He gasped and moaned as we both found pleasure in what I was doing. It was uncomfortable for my jaw because he was so fucking hard, but I didn’t slow down.
I was so lost in my desire, once again I didn’t heed his warning signs. I didn’t pay attention to the way the cadence of his breathing changed, or how his moans went short and sharp. Not even his dick pulsing and throbbing inside my mouth was enough to get me to stop.
It was his hand gently grasping the side of my face that got me to ease back. I looked up at him, stunned to see how he struggled for control. It looked like he was finishing a marathon. Determined and focused, but also laboring to find air.
“You’re, like, really good at that.” His smile was tight. “I don’t want to ruin your fun, but . . . I’m not going to last long if you keep at it.”
I went back to using my hand, gliding my fingers teasingly over his dick that was wet with my saliva. “You think it’ll be easier when you’re all bare inside me?”
He pressed his lips together. “Yeah, it’s a concern.”
I laughed gently, but my amusement couldn’t last under the tension filling the room. This new sexual creature I was transforming into ventured further outside of her cocoon.
I put my hands on his knees, pushed onto my feet, and began to peel off my clothes. The pants went first since they were undone already and sagging low across my hips. Then, my top was pulled up and cast aside. I stood before him in a pink, barely-there bra and panty set, shifted my weight to one side, and put my hand on my hip.
I forced my voice to sound powerful and confident. “Get naked.”
Troy reached behind himself and grabbed the back of his shirt, showing off the flex of his thick bicep, and jerked the t-shirt over his head. He tossed it away as he stood, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and underwear, and down his legs they went.
God, his body.
It was a thing of beauty that made it impossible to hold thoughts in my head.
I motioned toward the bed. “Lie down.”
A sexy smirk flashed on his lips just before he climbed on top of it, spread out, and settled down with his back on the sheets. As I undid the clasp on my bra, my hands shook, but it was with anticipation and not anxiety. I had to control my movements to prevent myself from leaping on top of him. It was because I wasn’t prepared for how amazing all of this was.
There was a man ready and waiting for me in my bed.
And he was dying for me to tell him what to do. To fulfill my fantasies.
I shimmied out of the scrap of fabric that was my thong and put a knee on the mattress, then the other. I crawled along his body, just as naked as he was, moving until I was over him and tendrils of my hair fell in his face. He used a hand to push them out of our way, lifting his head until our lips met.
The kiss was slow and lingering, more smoldering heat instead of the raging fire he was capable of.
I slid a leg over his waist and straddled him. His notched abs and the warmth of his skin felt incredible against the insides of my thighs, and I metered