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If she wanted.

He smiled at her, and she relaxed. He bound her other hand, just as loosely, and she lay there, exposed to him, naked except for her panties.

Able to choose whether to submit, or try to be in control.

A shiver of excitement went through her, straight to her core.

He kissed her nipples then, sucking one and then the other into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them in a leisurely movement. He kissed her freckles again, and her neck, and started down toward her stomach, making it clench with anticipation.

In some way she didn’t quite understand, having her hands bound made it more erotic. It made her feel helpless and vulnerable, and yet at the same time, not having to do anything but accept his kisses and caresses was an amazing feeling.

He worked his way down her stomach to her panties, and then grasped the lacy edge in his teeth. With one strong pull, he ripped them right off her.

Holy fuck.

He tossed the scraps aside, and ran his fingers lightly down her thigh, making the flesh quiver. He raised his eyes to her. “Spread your legs for me,” he whispered.

With a moan, she complied. He slid his strong hands underneath her, cupping her ass, and for a moment he just gazed at her. She knew her pussy was glistening with the evidence of how much she wanted him. Part of her felt embarrassed, but then she saw the naked desire on his face.

With a groan, he buried his head between her legs, kissing and sucking and teasing her with his lips and tongue.

She arched and bucked her hips, moving them rhythmically to stoke her arousal, not knowing how long he would wait for her to come, wanting to revel in that exquisite pleasure.

He stopped, grasping her hips. “Stay still,” he murmured.

“Nooo,” she moaned. “Oh my god, I want to feel you. I can’t wait.”

He deep kissed her pussy once more, but each time she moved he pulled back.

“Don’t tease me,” she begged.

He leaned his head against her thigh and trailed his fingers lightly between her folds, making her moan again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “All the time, you feel like you have to demand, order, fight, take control.” He kissed one thigh, then the other. “You never just let anyone give to you. You never get to relax and just…receive the love and caring you deserve.” He kissed her again, this time between her legs.

“Today you do.”

Something inside Ashley that had been tightly closed unfurled, and she felt a warmth spread through her. She relaxed, spreading herself open to Israel, and gave a sigh of anticipation.

Hands still on her hips, he worshiped her pussy. It was like nothing Ashley had ever felt before. She was completely open and vulnerable, and he used his tongue and his lips and his fingers to delve into the deepest parts of her, kissing and caressing, lapping and sucking and thrusting until her whole world narrowed down to the sensations swirling through her core and outward to every part of her body.

She lost track of how long it went on. It didn’t matter; there was all the time in the world because Israel was taking care of her, and he wouldn’t stop until she had received everything he had to give. She felt the slow build in her core, and knowing there was no rush allowed her to experience it fully, until it rose and rose and crested in a giant wave that engulfed every nerve ending.

And still she wanted more. She was crying out and her body was pulsing; she was sated and yet somehow filled with even more desire, to be closer to him, skin to skin, feeling him filling her and pressing into her.

He was beside her now, holding her, kissing her, her wrists unbound so she could touch him. “I want you,” she said, pressing herself against him. “God, Israel, take me, I need to feel you in me right now.”

He ran his hand down her body, stroking the small of her back, cupping her ass.

“Who’s in charge?” he asked her, a smile in his voice.

Her desire ratcheted up even further. “You are,” she said.

He pulled back and caressed a strand of her hair. Then he said, with a low growl, “Get on your knees, facing the wall. Put your hands on the headboard.”

Oh holy hell. She’d never done it from behind before, but suddenly all she wanted was to feel him thrusting into her, balls deep, his hips against her ass. Slowly, seductively, she climbed to her knees and grasped the headboard, looking over her shoulder to see the desire in his eyes. He growled, deep in his throat.

He slid his hands around her, cupping her ass cheeks, then leaned in and trailed kisses down her spine. He ducked down and spread her legs apart even more, dipping his tongue into her, lapping at her sex.