“Are you clear on the rules?”
“Yes.”
“One more time, is this what you really want? Do you give me total consent?”
Even in the dim light, he could see the wild anticipation in her eyes. “Yes, I definitely want this, Mason.”
Euphoria rippled through his nerve endings, from his brain to his extremities, leaving a vicious tingling that teetered between pleasure and pain. This sensation alone was enough to sustain him with Glennon. She delighted him in every way, andthe thought of having her by his side for the rest of his life made him believe in everything he had ever thought impossible.
It was time to show her how much he worshipped her. How muchhewanted to pleaseher. That she was worthy of everything he could give her and more.
He cupped the undersides of her breasts and lowered his mouth to one of her nipples. As his tongue wrapped around the nub, he brushed the pad of his thumb over the other so that both were stimulated by his touch. She hissed when his teeth gripped the new metal piercings and pulled. He felt tension in her arms, but then she remembered she wasn’t allowed to touch him.
He swooped in on the other breast, using the tip of his tongue to swirl around the areola, then gripping the ring with his teeth. This time, he pulled a little farther, his fingertips giving a subtle squeeze as he tightly palmed the nape of her neck to support it and prevent a cramp from too much tension.
When he felt her body go tight on an inhale, as if she was about to speak, he released the pierced nipple. “You can make noise, little spy. Just no words.”
Retreating from her breasts, he bent slightly so he could brush his fingers along the bare skin of her mound, then along the inside of her upper thigh.
“So soft,” he whispered.
“So wet.”
His fingers trailed between her lower lips, and he slid two inside her channel. She groaned at the invasion, even as gently as he did it. “So warm.”
In and out, he worked his fingers, turning them so his palm faced upward. He curled them on each pull toward her opening and relaxed them on each push inward, working his way deeper with each stroke. And while his fingers massaged her inside, his thumb did the same to her clit.
At first, his pace was even and gentle, preparing her for him. When he felt the tension begin to ease and her body began to melt into the arm holding her up, he methodically quickened his pace and added a twist to his movements. Every rotation led to a hitch in her breathing and a buck of her hips.
He removed his fingers and brought his thumb to her mouth, pulling down on the center of her bottom lip. The scent of her arousal tickled his nose, and when she groaned, he knew she smelled it as well.
“Open for me, little spy. Suck my thumb. Need to make sure your mouth is nice and wet, just like your pretty pussy.”
She wasted no time wrapping her lips around the digit. With her first pull on his thumb, her mouth flooded with saliva. Hopefully, part of her arousal came from the faint taste of herself where it clung to his skin.
He groaned. Already, he knew he was in trouble because if her sucking his cock was anything like what she was doing to his thumb, his control would be severely tested. “Such a good girl. Now. How are you at multitasking, hmm? Can you touch and suck at the same time?”
She nodded. Her intuitive physical response, rather than a verbal answer, demonstrated she understood the rules. Even though he asked her a question, it didn’t require her to speak to answer. Rather than risk punishment for breaking his no-talking rule, she’d adapted.
“Can you handle more? I think you can too,” he replied to her nod. “Grasp my cock around the base. I want you to stroke it. When you stroke, I like a lot of pressure and speed.”
Poor thing. Her eyes held a question, but she knew she couldn’t ask. He knew what she wanted because the suction on his thumb became more intense.
“You want to suck my cock, don’t you, little spy?” he cajoled. Without stopping what she was doing with her mouth or thepumping of her hand, she whimpered. The questioning in her eyes turned into pleading. “Yes, I know you do. We’re getting there. Just be patient.
“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen so you’re ready, okay? On my instruction, you’re going to kneel. I’m going to take my thumb from your mouth, and you’re going to leave those sweet, shiny lips open, showing me your tongue lying flat, waiting for me. I’m going to set the tip of my cock on your lips while I put my hands on your head, and then I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours. When I do, you’re going to take me all the way to the back of your throat, and you’re going to swallow around the head, squeezing it tight, just like your pussy is going to do later.”
He pulled his thumb from her mouth and grabbed a pillow from the bed, tossing it to the ground between them. “Kneel, little spy. Open up for me, and remember my instructions.”
She followed them exactly. Kneeling. Opening. Her tongue ready to accept his cock against it. Her eyes pinned to his and nowhere else. That hadn’t been an instruction, but damn. She knew what he wanted without him even having to say it.
With the tip of his cock to her lips and his hands palming her head, he watched as she took him into her mouth. “You’ve got two minutes to play. That’s all you’re going to get to make choices about how to suck my cock, so enjoy it.”
She took him at his word.
It seemed she was hell-bent on using her time to tease him. Featherlight, she swirled her tongue around and around the ridge of the head. He sucked in air, his fingers curling into her hair but not pulling. Just anchoring himself. Amused by his reaction, the corners of her mouth turned upward into a smile.
It was an ambush. The flirty smile she gave him was a distraction because, the next thing he knew, she buried his cock to the back of her throat, enveloping him in her warm, wetmouth and holding him there. With her nose pressed into his skin, she couldn’t get any further because she already had all of him.
