I wait to see what she’s going to do next, but she just stands before me, waiting for an answer. “No. No one’s ever told me that before.”
“It is. I feel more confident when I’m with you.” She leans over me, hands braced on the arms of my chair, and her blonde hair is a curtain around her face. “When I’m with you, I feel like I can do whatever I want.” Her pale eyebrow arches. “Well... anything within reason.”
Knowing this beautiful woman feels more confident because of me is a humbling thing. I wasn’t expecting it. But the need to make sure she always feels that way is strong and enticing.
I run my hands under her pretty black dress and up the backs of her soft, bare legs. “And what do you want to do?” The fact that she’s so willing to take control and take what she wants might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s her. She’s just... She’s everything.
She lowers herself slowly to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m going to take what I want.” She unbuttons my jeans, taking my cock in her hand and never taking her eyes from mine as she teasingly licks the head, like an ice cream cone she wants to savor before swallowing me.
I gather her hair in my hand and wrap it around my knuckles.
Can’t have anything fuck with the view of the bombshell in front of me.
“I like you like this, siren.” Her moan of approval vibrates through my spine. “That pretty fucking mouth on me.”
Daphne Brenner is quickly becoming an addiction I don’t want to kick.
She looks up at me, then swallows me deeper, adding a hand to encircle my shaft. Her beautiful eyes water, and my entire body tightens.
“You trust me, Daph?”
She nods her head and moans around me.
“Touch yourself, siren. I want you to dip your fingers in your pussy, then rub them around your clit.” I pull her hair tighter. “But don’t come. Don’t touch your clit, Daphne. Circle it. I’ll know if you don’t.”
Her eyes sparkle as she spreads her legs and does as she’s told. Her fucking dress is in the way, and I can’t see her pussy, but I don’t want to stop.
Standing, I take her head in my hands and gently thrust my hips, making sure she can take me. “You okay, beautiful?”
Daphne hums happily around my cock as her hand moves faster.
So I follow her lead and fuck her face.
She takes it. She takes it all. Moaning and working herself harder than before.
And when her entire body starts to move on her hand, I pull back. “Don’t come, Daphne.”
She rips her hand from her body, then grabs my ass with both hands, taking me all the way into her mouth and swallowing.
The orgasm rips through my body like a raging fucking rapid. I come on a loud fucking groan. And the siren in front of me swallows every last drop.
When I open my eyes, she’s on her knees. Legs pressed tightly together. Flushed cheeks and hazy, needy eyes.
Something inside me snaps.
I lift her from her knees, holding her against me as I sweep the contents of the table away. Glass shatters and the bottle of wine tips over, its contents dripping down over the edge of the teakwood table.
When my hands reach under her dress and grab the sides of her panties, she places her palm against my chest. “Stop.”
One word.
One of the most powerful words in the English language.
My body trembles as I take a step back and look around. “Fuck. I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”
Daphne laughs. Thank Christ. She laughs, then shakes her head, and I relax.