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“Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you’re biting your lip?”
I shake my head because I don’t know, and I really don’t care. All I care about now is how amazing it is to have him standing in my bedroom. How hard he is while he looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world and strips for me at my request.
“Loosen your tie and then unbutton your shirt, Dom.”
My favorite fingers in the world go to his neck and yank his tie loose, leaving it hanging. Then he’s pulling his shirt out of his pants and running his hands slowly up his stomach and chest until he reaches the button at his collar. I arch a brow, trying to appear unaffected even as liquid heat pools in my core.
“Are you teasing me?”
His eyes go wide, feigning innocence as he makes short work of the buttons. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just following your orders.”
“Mhm hmm. Following orders means leaving out all the extra steps.”
“I’m sorry, angel. I’ll be sure to follow your orders exactly next time.”
God, I love this.
More than I ever expected to. Now I can see why Dom likes control in the bedroom. The heady rush of power as you watch someone bend completely to your will, obeying your every command just to please you. And it’s even more intoxicating for me to know he’s trusting me to run the show—to take control of his pleasure and my own—because it confirms what I thought last night when we were on the phone: he doesn’t see me as the guilt-ridden woman who ran out on him just a few weeks ago because she couldn’t stop her self loathing and fear from eating her alive.
I’m so different now, so much more comfortable with allowing myself to have this even though I’m still not fully convinced I deserve it. And as much as I hate to admit it, he was right about waiting. About giving me time to settle and feel secure in this relationship. I thought I was ready for everything before—and I probably would have been fine if he’d given it to me—but today there’s no probably or maybe.
There’s only the powerful, pounding certainty that even if everyone else in my life might look at this situation and say it’s wrong, I know it’s right. Because here in my bedroom, there’s nothing we can do that won’t feel predestined, inevitable, and impossibly right.
Suddenly, I’m dying to have him on top of me, anchoring me to Earth and the truth singing in my blood with the weight of his body.
“Come here.”
I sit up a bit to reach for him, and he strokes his beard thoughtfully without making a move. “I would, but I’m not completely undressed yet. And I think you want me naked for this next part don’t you, angel?”
Lust clogs my throat, stealing my ability to speak. I nod and watch him take the rest of his clothes off. First, he toes off his shoes, then his hands are on his belt. The veins in his forearms bulge deliciously as he undoes the buckle and unbuttons his pants. The quiet glide of his zipper is agonizing. Making my fingers itch to pull it down myself, but the power dynamic between the two of us has shifted back to normal.
It was nice to have the power, but I can’t find it in me to be sad about giving it back to him. I want him in control, so I wait with bated breath while he undresses for me. Praying all the while that his comment about wanting him naked for the next part means what I think it means.
After what seems like an eternity, he’s striding towards me in all of his naked glory. Every hard slab of muscle, shifting beautifully with each step. His dick is fully erect and the ever-present bead of precum leaks from his tip. Then he’s standing over me and gripping my ankle to pull me to the edge of the bed. Reverent fingers stroke up my legs, caressing the lace cuffs circling my thighs as his lips go to my knee.
“Tell me about your day.”
The words are a soft murmur against my skin, but an order nonetheless. He continues to press kisses to my leg, starting at my knee and moving down my inner thighs. I’m spread wide before him to accommodate the width of his massive shoulders and the small puffs of air from his nose skate across the flushed skin of my sex. I suck in a breath to help me concentrate on forming a sentence that isn’t a plea for him to tongue my pussy through the lace of my panties.
“It was uneventful, certainly not as interesting as what’s happening here.”
Heat flashes in his eyes even as his mouth turns into a flat line of dissatisfaction. “Details, angel. I want to hear all about your day while I eat this magnificent pussy.”
Oh, God.
He releases the clasps on the straps of my garter belt in seconds and places his hands on the band of my underwear. Rough fingers dig into my flesh as they grip lace and begin to pull.
“Lift your hips for me.”
My body follows his order instantly, and Dom takes full advantage. Sliding the lace down my legs and tossing it over his shoulder. Our eyes meet for a second before his gaze drops off to inspect me. I spread my legs further, a shameless and wholly unnecessary invitation. I’m so wet I can feel the evidence of my arousal slipping out of me, taking every bit of my brainpower with it. Which is unfortunate because the man between my legs is still determined to get me to use at least some of it to recount the details of my day to him.
Dom puts both of his big hands on my ass and lifts me to his mouth. Then he gives me a slow, filthy lick with the flat of his tongue, starting at the end of my slit and dragging through my folds until he reaches my clit.
“Oh, God.” My head goes back, my eyes close and the entire world falls away. “More. Please, Dom. I want more.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want, angel.”
I don’t even need to hear the ‘but’ because I feel it floating in the air between us. Hovering over me with its tongue sticking out, teasing me for not being able to think even though no woman in my position would be able to.
