get used to a sated and spent Aurora in my bed. It’s just as pleasing a sight as the warm and cuddly version I received upon waking.
She blinks up at me. “Malone?”
“Yes?”
Gods, the way she looks at me when she forgets herself. As if she wants to taste every part of me, as if she wants me exactly as much as I want her. She’s too drunk on lust to keep her impressive walls in place, and I luxuriate in the knowledge that I’m the one who got her there.
Finally, Aurora says, “I would very much like you to sit on my face. Right now.”
I don’t point out that she’s edging far too close to a command. Not when I want this as much as she apparently does. Not when her wanting it makes it that much hotter. Instead, I climb up her body and carefully arrange myself astride her face. The grin she gives me feels like a kick in the ribs. And then there’s no more space for thinking because she grips my hips and lifts her head to lick my pussy.
I brace my hands on the wall and stare down my body at her. She’s got her eyes closed, as lost in this moment as I’m in danger of being. Gods, it feels good. She explores me with her mouth, intent on devouring every bit of the desire spawned from when I tasted her.
Belatedly, I realize that I’ve relinquished control. I start to lean back, to say something to bring the situation to heel again, but Aurora sucks hard on my clit, and a moan springs free from my lips. I rock against her mouth, enjoying the slick slide of her tongue, the pleasure coursing through me.
She skates her hands up my sides and cups my breasts, her clever fingers toying with my nipples. And then the little asshole bites me. Not hard enough to do damage; no, she sets her teeth against the spot right over my clit just hard enough to send a spike of pain, quickly followed by the pleasure of her tongue. It surprises me so much, I orgasm on the spot. I grind down on her mouth, moaning and cursing, until the last wave crests.
Only then do I slump to the side and stretch out next to her. “That was a nasty little move.”
Aurora swipes her thumb over her bottom lip, making a show of gathering up the evidence of my orgasm, and sucks it clean. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
I kiss her. There’s no artifice behind it, no ulterior motive. I just want to kiss that bratty mouth, and so I do. She meets me in the middle, half pulling me back on top of her. And then there’s no more time for thinking. We’re off again, my hand dipping between her thighs, her hand cupping my pussy and pushing two fingers into me. It’s messy and rushed and damn near a frenzy as we kiss and stroke each other toward the peak again. And again. And again.
By the time we surface, my phone is buzzing on the fifth call from someone, and the clock tells me I’m going to be late. Fuck.
“I have to go.” I press my forehead to Aurora’s.
“Are you sure you have to go?” She kisses my neck and skates her hands down either side of my spine, urging me to keep rocking against her. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
“You’re nothing but trouble.” I kiss her and disengage before I can reconsider. As good as this fucking has been, it’s too easy to forget that I’m trying to scale her walls and simply revel in the pleasure of it all. I can’t shake the feeling that she’s well aware of that, too. That maybe she’s using it as a distraction to keep me at a distance.
That won’t do. It won’t do at all.
“Stay there.” I stalk out of the bedroom and down the hall to the playroom. It takes ten seconds to find the toy I’m looking for and return to find Aurora exactly where I left her. I toss it onto the mattress next to her. “Six times.”
She blinks. “What?”
“Use that to make yourself come six times after I leave. After every one, you will say, ‘Thank you, Mistress,’ before you begin again.”
She props herself up on her elbows and eyes the vibrator. It’s a relatively new piece of technology designed by a genius of a woman to deliver blended orgasms. I’ve used it on myself, but