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“You want to see my bedroom?” I declare with a cheeky grin. I even shoot him a wink. “It hasn’t been slept in for a very long time, so it might be a little dusty, but it could be fun…”
“I haven’t ever been invited in to a teenager bedroom before,” Lance says with a chuckle. “So, yes.”
“Oh, I don’t believe that for a second.” I roll my eyes dramatically but don’t let go of his hand. “I bet you get invited in to the bedroom of teenage girls all the time. Now and when you were young as well.”
“Maybe now,” he concedes. “But I was a late bloomer. No one showed any interest in me until I was almost twenty. And she wasn’t a teenager then herself, so I stick by my words. This is my first time.”
Those words send a shiver down my spine. The idea of sharing something new with this man thrills me to the core. “Well, it’s my first time having anyone in my teenage bedroom as well.”
Lance makes a couple of jokes about the cheesy posters on my bedroom wall and the bright pink color of the sheets on my bed, but I haven’t got time for this. Tit for tat, teasing one another, I’m too busy trying to kiss him, wrapping my arms around him, holding him right up against me. He can say anything that he wants to me later on when we’re squashed in to my queen size bed together. Then I will be able to take it all.
The desire for this man claims me hard and I shove him up against the hard wall behind him. A little grunt flies passed his lips as I wind him a little, but I’m far too inflamed to let that get the better of me. I slide down his body, fumbling, tying to remove his tee shirt as I go, but ultimately, it’s him who has to whip it over his head revealing that gorgeous muscular chest of his which I adore so freaking much.
“Mmm, you taste good,” I murmur as I slowly run my tongue over him, all the way until my knees hit the floor with a thump. “You taste really good, Lance Wilson. I need to get my mouth on all of you.”
I dart my eyes upwards and smirk as I fiddle with his zipper. A strong self-confidence washes over me as I tug his trousers apart and pull his throbbing erection free. I’m a goddess, I’m on fire, and I think it’s as much to do with Lance and the closure I got from being here. I’m finally free. He’s gasping, short of breath already, and I haven’t even put my lips on him yet. God knows how quickly he will lose it when I do.
“You are gorgeous, Millie,” he gushes while running his fingers through my hair. He massages my scalp, tugging at the strands lightly as my fingers graze over his cock, sending the pair of us in to oblivion. “Stunning.”
I continue to pump my fist up and down his rock-hard length as I move my lips closer to him. His tip is nearly grazing my lips, I can tell that Lance can feel my breath up on him and it’s driving him crazy, which leaves me waning to tease him that little bit more. I touch his tip ever so gently, causing him to grunt.
“Fuck, Millie, that feels good,” he cries out so loudly that I’m grateful to my father for being out. “So good. But it isn’t enough. Fucking hell, I need more from you. I need you to taste all of me.”
But I don’t. Not right away. Instead, I continue to press light kisses against him. His shaft, his tip, his balls… I kiss him everywhere until I can physically see him becoming weak at the knees. I hold him in my hand right now in every single way. I have all the power over his body and I fucking love it. It’s causing pleasure to pool between my legs, a heat to spread from my core and all the way through my body, I can’t hold back.
“Oh, God.” The sound flying from his chest is guttural as I slide my moth down over him. It’s primal, coming from the depth of him, and it grows continually louder as I hold him in my mouth and drag my lips up his shaft. It’s like he’s praying, shouting out for God as I circle my tongue around his length and take him deep down the back of my throat. I really do taste every inch of him and it’s utterly erotic. “Shit, oh my God, shit!”
I stretch my lips around him, open up my throat for him, I hungrily suck him down wanting to send him in to a serious oblivion. I clutch on to his ass to keep him in place, to keep that control over him. I love having the power, being the dominatrix, not that we’re really at that stage, but it’s close enough for me.
