“Stay still.” It was both an order and a plea. I rubbed him against me again and shuddered at how pleasurable this felt. It was torturous anticipation for both of us. The muscles in his arms flexed and corded. He had to be fisting the pillow beneath his head to keep from grabbing me and slamming me down on his cock.
I sounded evil. “You want to fuck me?”
“Yes.” His lust-soaked word made me shiver.
“That’s too bad,” I said with a mocking tone. “Because I’m going to fuck you.”
I lined him up and slid down, taking him inch by inch until he was seated deep inside my body. His mouth rounded into an ‘oh’ and mine probably did too—since it felt unbelievable. With nothing between us, I could feel everything.
“Your pussy’s so warm,” he gasped. “You’re like fire.”
The muscles inside me clenched, squeezing at him and giving both of us more enjoyment. He rocked his hips, pressing up into me and I flattened my palm harder against his chest.
“No moving,” I warned, “or I’ll stop. Understand?”
He both liked and didn’t like my rule, but he’d do his best to obey. He gritted it out. “Yes, ma’am.”
Whether it was the conditioned response of a southern gentleman or his upbringing to respect authority, it didn’t matter. Whenever the polite reply came from him, it strengthened the powerful, sexually confident woman I hoped to become. I wanted to be the fantasy of me he’d created.
The one who liked fucking with the lights on and being in charge. The one who believed her pleasure was just as important as her partner’s.
The muscles of Troy’s jaw tightened when I began to ride him. A look of concentration swept over his handsome face as I established my tempo. His gaze flitted between mine and the sway of my breasts as I swiveled my hips, rocking back and forth.
The slick push and pull of him made my heart go out of rhythm. It felt like everything inside me was morphing into something new as heat and bliss built at a feverish pace.
He turned his head to the side and groaned it into the pillow. “Fuck.”
I’d thought having him stay still and not allowing him to touch would help him last, but maybe it made it harder for him. He sounded as out of breath as I was. Low grunts of satisfaction poured from his lips. Was he already struggling?
I had both my hands on his chest, using them as leverage, but I slowed my hips to a stop and stroked my fingers over the ridges of his muscles.
“Don’t come yet,” I said.
“Well, don’t be so fucking hot,” he shot back.
The smile that spread across my face was unstoppable. I’d never thought of myself as a cruel person, but he brought out a side of me that liked to tease. I dragged my palms down his stomach, up my own, and clasped my hands around my full breast. I flaunted what I could touch, but he couldn’t.
His eyes filled with music, inked in a hand hurried with longing and white-hot desire. And he moaned like I was tormenting him in the best way possible.
There was one way to make sure I got my orgasm before his, and the memory of him watching me in the pool house while I touched myself seared through my mind. I could get myself off even faster with something other than my hand . . .
I leaned over and reached for the drawer.
He sounded more curious than alarmed. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer right away, too focused on my task. The rose gold toy I liked best was right on top, and I grabbed it by the handle, then pushed the drawer closed and straightened to sit upright.
“You wanted to see how some of my toys worked.” I held it up for him to see. “I’ll show you.”
His intrigued gaze was glued to the weirdly shaped toy that had an O-shaped mouth protruding at one end, and was sheathed in silicone. I set my fingers of my free hand over my pussy and spread myself wide so my clit was exposed.
“This,” I pressed the button on the handle, making the toy quietly buzz, “uses suction on my clit.” I placed the toy over my damp skin, and as soon as it was sealed, I shuddered. “It feels so nice.”
Inside me, his dick jerked.
The pleasure of the toy was so intense and distracting, it took a long moment to become aware that the man beneath me was moving again. It was so subtle. Just a fraction of an inch to entice me to allow more.
To bend the rule. To seduce me.
But it felt like the power I’d gained was starting to shift away, and I was enjoying it too much to give up yet. I’d barely started.