X: Command Me through Alexander's Eyes - Geneva Lee Page 0,69
But she’s watching me, not the magnificent body I’ve put on display.
“Look at yourself, poppet.”
“I want to look at you,” she murmurs.
That’s only natural. “I don’t blame you, but right now, I need you to pay attention. Follow my lips with your eyes.”
I move between her and the sink, kneeling so that I don’t block her view of the mirror. Gripping her wrists, I force her arms behind her back until she arches close enough for me to catch her nipple in my mouth. I take my time, nibbling at it, sucking it. I want her to see what I do: how her body responds to my touch, her breasts swelling with arousal, her cunt plumping until a single touch could push her over the edge. “It’s almost cliché to tell you that your tits are perfect, but they are. Full and supple. I can never decide if I want to suck them or fuck them.”
This earns me a whimper. Clara is full of surprises. She’d been so prim the day we met, so shocked when I kissed her. And then I’d taken her to bed and unleashed something that surprised both of us. Her little moan is giving me ideas. “Would you like that? Do you want me to shove my cock between your tits?”
How the fuck can I resist that? I have to remind myself that I can wait. This is about her body and showing her what it does to me, but I can’t quite keep a vision of her breasts dripping with climax from springing to mind—my cock springing along with it.
“Later, poppet.” I mean it. I want to do everything to her. I want to show her pleasure she never knew existed. I want to watch her come again and again. I kiss across the other breast, capture her nipple and continue my exploration. My hand strokes down her stomach, taunting her with what she really wants. I feel the tension building inside her, noting how her hips wiggle a little wider open in invitation. “Your body makes me so fucking hot, poppet. I think about it all the time, imagining how I’m going to fuck you. When we’re apart, all I can think of is getting my hands on you.”
I grab her roughly, already imagining how good it’s going to feel when I bury myself inside her. “I can’t take my eyes off you when you walk. Do you sway your hips like that on purpose, knowing that I’m watching?”
She shakes her head. Of course, she doesn’t see it. She’s been taught to see her flaws. I have to show her her strengths.
“All I can think about is grabbing these hips and putting you over my knee,” I mutter, ignoring a pang in my balls at the thought, “or holding onto them as my cock pounds you. They curve so precisely into my hands. I swear your body is fucking proof of evolution.”
Her eyes shudder closed. I know she’s imagining all my suggestions. I want her to see me do all the things to her. I want her to watch me fuck her. I want her to see what she looks like moments before she comes undone.
“Open your eyes, Clara,” I command her, spanking her lightly. Her eyes fly open, and I resist the urge to smack her ass harder. Would she cry out? Would she beg for more? “I’ll have to spend a whole day worshipping your ass. It’s a pity that you can’t see me do it, but I’ll be certain to describe every single thing I want to do to it. Everything I’m going to do to it.”
I press her thighs farther apart and nuzzle my face against her sweet cunt. “I suppose it would be too much to ask to be buried here?”
She giggles, and I kiss her lacy panties, earning another laugh. “I’m serious, poppet. I want my lips down here, breathing you in. Your scent intoxicates me, you know. I want them clamping against my ears as I taste you. But I also need them spreading open for me, circling around me as I fuck you.”
“Yes, please.” It slips out of her again.
I resist the urge to stand up and fuck her over the sink on the spot. She wants it all so badly, but she won’t let herself have it. I have to coax it out of her, give her permission, show her she should never feel shame in my arms.