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"I like it," she replied with a nod. "Better than the mansion, I think."
"Really?" I replied, surprised.
"Yeah, feels more … manageable," she remarked, turning to me with a smile on her face. I wasn’t sure what it was that had changed since I had seen her last, but when I had come to pick her up from the safehouse and bring her down to our new lodgings, she had seemed lighter somehow. As though something had cleared from her mind.
"Good," I replied, and she looked into my eyes for a moment. I was sure I could see something there, some kind of emotion that she hadn’t quite expressed to me yet.
"I picked up some new clothes for you," I told her, leading her over to the couch where a couple of boxes were stacked up and waiting for her.
"Oh, cool," she replied, a bubble of excitement in her voice. "Can I see?"
I knelt down in front of her as she sank into the couch, and I was about to turn my attention to the boxes beside me when I felt her eyes pinned to me once more. I glanced over my shoulder at her, wondering what was going on inside her head right now.
She bit her lip as she looked at me, and it was clear her mind was racing off to a million different places right now. All of them distinctly carnal. I grinned at her, shifting so that I was facing her.
"What is it?" I asked, and she shook her head, trying to gather herself.
"Nothing," she replied, but I could see a deep flush to her cheeks, giving her away.
"You’re blushing," I pointed out. "Come on; you can tell me. What is it?"
She laughed and then shrugged as she looked down at me.
"I just … I like it when you’re on your knees in front of me," she admitted. My lips parted in surprise.
"Oh, that’s what this is all about, then?" I asked, shifting a little closer to her.
"I guess," she confessed, that smile curling a little farther up her lips. "It was the first time I … When we were back at the mansion, and you were on your knees in front of me, it was the first time I knew I had to …"
She trailed off again. It was such a curious mix to me, how much she seemed to want to take control when we were in bed together, but how hard a time she seemed to have expressing that desire here and now. But there was something tantalizing in that contradiction, knowing there was this version of her hiding out beneath the surface—a version of her who could take exactly what she wanted, a version of her able to command all the attention and adoration she deserved.
"I didn’t realize that’s when it started," I remarked. "And what exactly did you want to do with me? While I was on my knees in front of you?”
She cocked her head at me, considering the question as I knelt in front of her, waiting eagerly for her next command. Fuck, there wasn’t a thing in the world I wouldn’t have done to please her in that moment. It was as though she had cast a spell on me, commanding and controlling me completely. I couldn’t get enough of the way she looked at me when I was like this, the sheer need in her eyes sending shockwaves of arousal through my system.
Slowly, she parted her legs, rolling up the hem of the skirt she’d picked up when she had been visiting her mom earlier in the day. My eyes slid down between her thighs to the flimsy cotton panties covering her pussy. She was so tempting, so damn hot, I didn’t even know how to begin to express my need for her. But I knew it had to be on her own terms. I wanted her to say it, wanted her to tell me, wanted her to lay it out for me in no uncertain terms, so I could give her whatever it was she truly needed.
"I want to feel your mouth on me," she confessed, a throaty edge to her voice that gave her tone a sense of command. I could already feel my cock stirring in my pants, but there was no way I was going to pay that any attention—not when she had just laid down the law so firmly, not when she had made it so totally clear exactly what she wanted.
Without taking my eyes from hers, I moved my mouth to her thigh, brushing my lips along her soft skin, watching the way she squirmed in response to my touch. Nothing turned me on the way she did, the way her words did when she told me exactly how it was going to be. I was obsessed with her, obsessed with everything about her, could hardly believe that she had this kind of sway over me. But I wanted nothing more than to just sink into the relief of letting her call the shots.
She pulled her skirt up a little higher, and I traced the movement of her hem up the inside of her thigh, tasting her sweetness beneath my tongue, inhaling the warm, musky scent of her pussy as I drew closer and closer to it. Soon, I had landed between her legs, hovering just a few inches away from her pussy. Her panties still covered her, but my tongue ached for the taste of her, ached for the closeness I needed right now.
She pushed a hand into my hair, pulling my head back slightly so I was facing her, as though considering just what it was that she wanted to do with me.
Reaching down, she pulled her panties to the side, exposing herself to me for the first time. I had never seen her like this before, laying herself out in front of me, offering herself to me. I flicked my tongue over my lips, wanting nothing more than to just bury my face against her and taste her properly.
"I want you to go down on me," she whispered, as though she couldn’t believe she was saying this out loud. I slid my hands to her thighs and pressed my mouth against her for the first time, inhaling the scent of her, letting the taste of her spread across my tongue and fill my senses.
Fuck, she tasted so good. I couldn’t help but let out a moan at the sensation of it, her velvety softness beneath my tongue. She moaned above me, her hand gripping a little tighter to my hair, pulling me in nearer and nearer like she couldn’t get enough.
I brushed my tongue across her clit lightly, feeling the way her body responded, tensing and squeezing around me as though she was holding me in place. Like there was anywhere else I would have wanted to be right now—no, when she felt as good as this. I couldn’t resist, couldn’t even come close to it. The sweetness of her wetness filled my senses, and I drew her clit between my lips, sucking on her lightly, applying a little more pressure.
Her thighs were starting to press against my head now, her hips moving against me in time with the flicks of my tongue against her sensitive nub. Rising and falling with me, I could hear her breath starting to come faster and faster as she moved closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to take her over; I wanted her to lose herself to the pleasure, me on my knees in front of her, giving her everything she wanted, all the pleasure she could handle.
Her fingers were digging into my scalp, gripping onto me hard, as though she never wanted to let me move from that spot. I could hear her breath coming harder and faster with every passing second, a sure sign she was close to the edge. I could feel her wetness smearing across my face, as though she was marking me completely, taking me and owning me and controlling me—showing the world that I belonged to her.
And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
