“Really? What do we do?” I tangle my fingers through his hair, and he responds with a groan, leaning into my hand. “Please tell me, Mark.”
“I’ve imagined you on your knees in front of me, with your mouth full of me.” He looks up at me, his eyes intense. “I’ve pictured you entering my office, sitting on my desk and opening your legs wide, showing me your glistening pussy…” He rubs his eyelids, sighing. “Fuck, Rey, I can’t stop thinking about all the ways I want you.”
His words ignite the need in me again. He wants me to take charge?
The thought of it makes me feel bold and sexy. I want tosee the need in his eyes, and show him that he’s not like Damian. I choose this. I choose him.
Right now. We are on equal ground.
He is not my CEO. I’m not an intern.
He is a man, and I am a woman.
I stand up in front of him. The festoon lights reflect in his darkened eyes, making him look fiercer than ever. Slowly, painstakingly, I move my dress up my thighs, and hook my thumbs into my underwear. I pull it down, letting it drop, and step out of it. The look on his face is everything.
It makes me feel powerful.
I sit down on the edge of the solid stone table in front of him and place my legs on the sofa on either side of his knees, making sure he gets the full view of how wet I am for him.
“Is this what you imagined?” I ask, my voice is hoarse, and I barely recognise myself. This confidence I have found with him is so freeing. He makes me feel wanted and worshipped, with his words and from the way his eyes roam over me, taking it all in. The bulge in his trousers grows again.
He’s on his knees in front of me before I can think another thought. He kisses his way down my inner thigh, but I’m grateful he doesn’t wait—he delves in, pressing a glorious thick tongue just where I need it. The hungry sounds he makes fuel me even more, and I see stars, arching back on the table, letting him take me with his tongue to a crescendo that leaves me shivering.
Feeling strong and in charge, I sit back up and push him back on the settee, his mouth swollen and his eyes glossy and hooded.
“Sit back,” I say and pull his erection free from the joggers, and he shifts forward to give me more space. I want him inside me, but first I take in the sight of that glorious cock. The skin is taut over the head. It’s glistening with pre-cum, and he’shard as a rock. For me. From tasting me and hearing me come undone because of him.
I straddle him and sink down.
“Jesus,” I breathe. “You’re so hard. So big.”
Even with my slick entrance, it takes a couple of tries before he’s all the way in. He fills me up with a final push, and I gasp.
This is the best position. Seeing him beneath me like this, looking up at me with those emotive eyes, this time with something vulnerable in them which makes me pause.
“Mark,” I whisper. “You are amazing.”
He pulls me close, burying his face in my chest. Then he grasps the dress that’s bunched up around my waist, I lift my arms, and he pulls it over my head in a swift move. He groans and unclasps my bra, freeing my breasts into the summer evening breeze. My nipples harden, and goosebumps erupt across my skin. The contrast of his warmth on my front and the caress of a summer breeze on my back is incredible. I move on top of him, letting him feel my tight core. He fills me up in every way.
Moving slowly and deliberately, I feel all of him inside me. Pressing against the best spots both inside and out as I rock back and forth. But it’s his expression that takes me towards the edge. The emotion in his eyes that are locked on me, the luscious lips shaped in an O before he bites his lower lip and groans at my movement. I speed up, getting close again.
His hands are firm on my hips, rolling his hips up, pushing that hard cock in the right place again, and again, just as I need it. It’s deep, it’s all-consuming, and it makes me cry out with pleasure. As I come apart on top of him, I feel him erupting inside me. He says my name repeatedly into the skin of my chest.
“What have you done to me, Rey?” he whispers. “You…”
I cup his face and tilt it up to look at him. He’s so beautiful,my chest tightens. That powerful knot is back under my lungs. How could I ever look at another face after holding his in my hands?
“I, what?” I ask and plant a soft kiss on the side of his mouth.
“You’ve changed everything for me. You make me come alive.”
I know for sure now what this feeling is.
And I’m scared as hell.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
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