“Take your robe off,”
She lets it slide off her shoulders as I reach the back of my neck and tear my T-shirt off.
Palming my cock with one hand, I weave the other into her hair and tug at it, hard. A glint of pain flashes through her eyes.
Her head goes back with my hand, her delicate neck arching, beautifully exposed.
I can almost see the pulse throbbing beneath her silken skin.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
She tips her head down.
“You want more?”
She nods a yes.
“Take my dick out.”
Without delay, she brings her hands to my fly, frees my cock, and runs her hands on me.
“Stop.”
She freezes, her hand cuffed around my girth, her fingers touching my balls.
I pull her head back, forcing her to look up. She shoots her eyes at me, filled with surprise at first, then swimming with lust.
“Do you feel me?”
My veins explode with heat and blood beneath her touch, my pulse throbbing in her hand.
She nods. Her lips pull apart. Her nipples hardening.
“Spread your legs. I want to see you.”
She slowly parts her thighs, her folds sliding open, revealing her swollen, slick flesh. She does a little roll with her hips.
I stifle a smile.
“Now open your mouth.”
She parts her lips and looks up, completely in my control.
“Take your hands off me.”
She peels her fingers off my shaft.
My cock rips into the air.
I spread my legs slightly. Pulling her hair, I bring her mouth to my dick.
She slides her hands down her thighs.
“No touching, Senna.”
She sets her hands on her knees.
“Perfect,” I mutter, narrowing my eyes, and giving her the ghost of a smile. “Follow my hand.”