I groaned. How many times did she need telling?
“No.” My words came out firm. “I'm going to find it hard not tasting you, Briella, that's all. I want to make you cum with my tongue between your legs. And when you are spent and panting, I want to do it again. I want to make you forget anyone ever touched you but me.”
Her eyes clouded. “I want that as well.”
“Good.” Quicker than any human, I pulled her on top of me, reversing our positions until she was straddling me.
“What...how?”
I chuckled. If she was shocked by my sudden burst of strength and speed, she was in for a big surprise when I showed her what I was really capable of.
“I have my ways, Briella. Tonight you go on top.” Grinning up at her, I smoothed both my hands down her back, pulling the shirt tight over her breasts. My mouth watered as they were perfectly outlined against the material.
“I do?”
“Yes, you’re just too tempting under me.” I settled my head back against the pillows and gazed up at her. “Can I look at you?” Idly, I pulled the hem of the tee up. I didn't want to push it, but god, I wanted to see her naked above me.
Briella nodded, a pink tinge appearing on her cheekbones as I yanked the shirt over her head. She lifted her arms for me, only letting them drop when I tossed it away.
My mouth watered as I gazed over the body that was suddenly bared for me. I had seen her breasts before. The dress Acco had put her in had left nothing to the imagination. But this was different. This time she was baring herself for my eyes and mine alone.
“Fuck.”
Her blush deepened. And she moved to cross her arms.
“You're beautiful.”
She froze. “I am?”
“Yes, Briella. I have the best damn view in the world right now.”
She smiled down at me coyly.
“And you're just as tempting on top as you are under me. Tell me I can touch you before I make a mess in my own pants.” I ran both my hands up her spine, curling them into the hair that fell down her back and fisting it as I brought her head down so I could kiss her again.
I didn't wait for an answer. I devoured her again.
This time there was no cloth between our chests. Her hard little nipples rubbed against me.
Reaching between us, I cupped one full breast in my palm.
Briella tore her lips from mine, her back arching as she flung her head back.
Fuck.
Her reaction was everything. Keeping one hand on her and the other around her waist I massaged her breast hard.
“Tommy,” she wailed.
“It’s ok, Briella, You are in charge here.” I rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger and was rewarded by another moan. It sounded almost desperate with need. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
I never gave up control but for her, I would. Shit, for her I would give up everything just as long as she kept making the little needy sounds she was.
“I don’t know.” She wailed, her cheeks flaming red.
But she did know, I could see it on her face, she knew exactly what he wanted me to do but was just too embarrassed to tell me. I didn’t want her embarrassed around me. And I sure as hell never wanted her to feel the need to cover herself in front of my eyes.
Letting my hand drop from her full breast, I skimmed the tips of my fingers over her stomach. Her muscles clenched under my hand. Sucking in the scent of her arousal I fought the urge to lift my hips up and rub more firmly against her.
