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“I wish we had more than ten minutes.”
“Me too,” he said, holding her gaze. “I want to hear you say it, Eleanor. Tell me this is my pussy.”
“It’s your pussy,” she whispered, the words almost enough to bring her the rest of the way. They would have been if he hadn’t picked that second to pull away and urge her back onto the couch.
“Good. I want to see my pussy. Take your shorts off, but leave the corset.”
Eleanor forced herself to obey, despite the hint of nervousness that swept through her as she was denied access to the drugging contact of his body. She trusted him, she did, despite the fact she had been half convinced he was a psycho killer a few minutes ago.
Whether it was crazy or not, trusting him wasn’t the problem.
She was the problem. Would she know how to please him? Would she be able to give up control? The last thing she’d expected to do tonight was to take a turn on the submissive side of the scene. Her fingers fumbled nervously with the leather ties at the side of her shorts, and her hands began to shake.
“Hurry, I’m ready to see what’s mine.” The way he said the words made her nipples harden to the point of pain and her engorged clit practically scream for release.
She shimmied her leather hot pants and black thong panties down her legs and flicked them off one six-inch heel, refusing to think too much about what she was doing. There was no point asking questions, or wondering if she was ready for a man like Frank. There was no longer any choice to be made.
Her body had made the decision for her. It would do anything this man asked as long as he fulfilled the promise shining in his blue eyes.
Absolutely anything.
“You’re beautiful,” he said as she sat back on her elbows and spread her legs wide, obediently showing him every inch of her. Her pussy plumped as his eyes explored her, taking in her most intimate of places.
“Frank, please…”
“You were supposed to be quiet, Eleanor,” he said with a small smile as he spread her legs wider and parted the petals of her sex, exposing her completely. It became hard to breathe, hard to move, hard not to move. She just wanted him to touch her so desperately.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as he lowered his face between her legs, bringing his mouth close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her mound, but no closer.
“It’s okay,” he said, lifting his eyes to meet hers without moving his mouth. “You can make it up to me.”
“Anything.”
“I want you to watch. Never take your eyes off of me while I eat my pussy.” He followed the words with one long, smooth swipe of his tongue up her sex, from her weeping slit to the throbbing bundle of nerves at the top. Eleanor made an almost animalistic sound of arousal, but quickly bit down on her lip, determined to show him that she wanted to please.
“Good girl,” he said, satisfied with whatever he saw in her eyes. Or she supposed he was satisfied, because he rewarded her with another slow swipe of his tongue.
Eleanor trembled and fought to maintain the terrible intimacy of eye contact as he started to circle her clit with a slow, sensuous rhythm. Just enough to ratchet up the tension within her to the next level, but not enough to take her over the edge.
“Touch your nipples, pinch them for me,” Frank rumbled against her sex, his strong hands digging into her thighs as he spread her wider and intensified his efforts between her legs. He lapped and suckled and plunged his tongue into her welcoming body, while Eleanor obediently brought her hands to her own breasts. She tugged at the already sensitive flesh, pinching her nipples until they ached, and the need between her thighs built to the breaking point.
“Come for me, Eleanor. I want to taste my pussy when it comes.” Frank opened his mouth and covered her entire sex in his heat, his tongue jabbing into her entry even as he suckled her clit with sharp, commanding tugs.
Eleanor shattered with a ferocity that destroyed what was left of her thinking mind. She bucked into his mouth, twisted her fists into the fabric of the couch, holding on for dear life as her orgasm rocketed through her body.
But she could tell he wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eleanor
Frank continued to lap at her core, soft, smooth sweeps of his tongue that rebuilt the erotic tension in her body even before she’d come down from her first release.
“You closed your eyes,” Frank muttered against her as he brought one large finger to glide in and out of where her pussy still pulsed hungrily.
Eleanor’s eyes flew open to stare at the ceiling.
Shit, she had closed her eyes, she hadn’t even realized. But surely he would forgive her. It had been so overwhelming, so intense, so—
