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"What if I said I want it? I want to be whatever you need me to be. If you need to bury your fear in me, then I'm here for you." My voice is shaky as I lay everything out for him. "So much of my life I'm in control of, so much shit I have to make decisions for, I prefer to have someone tell me what to do in the bedroom."
Realization spreads across his face. "Oh baby, you like for someone to take care of you?"
"I do." I roll my lips together, and swallow thickly. "Not in every aspect of my life, but in this aspect, yes. Most of the time, I like to be told what to do in the bedroom, and I prefer to let the man handle my pleasure. It's the one place I can give up control. I have to be the boss all day, it's nice to let someone else do it."
Heat flares in the depths of his gaze. In the day-to-day, he seems as if he's shy, and okay for others to make decisions. The way he changes right before my eyes, heats the space between my legs. This is everything I've wanted, and nothing I've been able to ask for. He rolls his neck on his shoulders, and the intense way he looks at me lights me up before he even touches me.
He pulls me off the wall, and lays me down on the cool granite countertop.
"Hands up above your head. Grip the other side, and don't let them go until I tell you to. Got it?"
"Got it." I lick my lips as I wrap my fingers around the edge. This position presses my tits out toward him.
His eyes rake down my body. "I want you naked, and then I'm gonna take you. That okay with you?"
"Yeah." I swallow roughly. "That's what I want."
In record time I'm naked, and so is he. Underneath the clothes he wears, he has a fucking banging body. Muscles honed by years of hard work are bunching and flexing as he leans over, pressing his hands to the smooth granite. My nipples are peaked, high and tight, begging for whatever attention he might give them. He licks his lips, and then purses them, taking the turgid peak into his mouth, sucking hard, then soothing the burn with his tongue.
"Yes..." I tilt my head back, letting the pleasure flow through my body, like a river. It loosens every part that's been tight with stress and fatigue. As if he's got the magic touch that just makes it all disappear.
"Feel good?" he asks, as he slides down, tongue trailing toward my pussy.
"Yes, please don't stop."
"I won't, as long as you keep those hands up there."
Strong hands spread my thighs, and he dips his head, tonguing my flesh. I accidentally move my hands.
"Uh uh, don't move those hands, or I stop."
"Sorry," I apologize, gripping the edge again, reminding myself not to let go.
"Don't apologize. Just don't do it again." He takes two fingers and brings them up to my mouth. "Make 'em wet, baby."
I do as he asks, swirling my tongue around the digits, and then lifting my hips up, as he presses them into me. "Fuck Abel, don't stop. I need to come."
"You will." He pulls them back. "But not right now."
I open my eyes, everything blurry. Looking down, I see that he's jacking his cock with his big hand. I'd love to take it in my mouth, but given the look in his eyes, he's got no time for that. "Abel, please..."
"Tell me now. Do we need protection or not."
I nod. "I'm on birth control, but..."
"Hey, no need to explain. You want what you want." He trails his fingers up to where my hand is still locked against the counter. One finger at a time, he removes them, pressing my hand in between my thighs. "You keep yourself hot while I go grab a couple."
A couple? That sounds promising. I pull my legs up, putting my feet on the counter, and spread my thighs further apart. Closing my eyes, I chase this orgasm. Before I can get it, a warm hand closes over mine.
"I'm back, babe. I'll take care of you now."
He's already suited up. I watch as he grips the base of his cock, and presses into me slowly. "Oh my God." I thrust my head back, trying to deal with the feelings.
"You feel fucking good, Kara. Shit, I don't know how long I can hold out, you're gripping me so tight."
"Make me come, Abel. That's what I want more than anything."
Widening his stance, he leans over so that one hand braces on the counter, and his hips swing in and out as he pulls out and goes back in. "What do you need?"
