Another.
He toys with me like I'm made for him. Then it's his index finger. Middle. Ring. Pinkie.
He moves to my other breast and does the same.
He shifts his hips so his cock grinds against my ass.
He was right.
I do feel like I'm his.
And I trust him to lead me anywhere.
It's scary how much I trust him with my body. But I feel too good to care.
He drags his lips over my neck as he toys with my nipples.
He toys and toys and toys.
Fuck, my sex is aching.
"Please," I breathe.
"You'll come when I say you come."
The demanding tone makes my sex clench.
God, he's so sexy in control.
I want it. All of it.
His rocks his hips against me, his cock against the flesh of my ass.
Those jeans are in the way.
There's too much in the way.
He teases and teases and teases.
I'm panting when he pulls his arm to his side.
"On the bed," he growls. "On your back. Now."
I sit on the bed. My eyes lock with his as I slide up it. Then they lose his as I lower myself onto my back.
"Fuck, Kay." He plants his body between my legs. Drags his fingertips over my calf, up my inner thigh. "You have no fucking idea how badly I want to taste your cunt."
My breath catches in my throat.
His fingers dig into my inner thighs. One. Then the other.
He pins my legs to the bed.
Leans down to drag his lips over the inside of my knee.
Up my thigh.
Almost.