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“Tonight, no rules.” This morning he touched me, but I got a fraction of him because he held himself apart. I know myself and if he does that again, it won’t be enough. We both have to drown for this. I can't have him break me and stay safe himself. “If you are planning to hold back, leave.”
The way his mouth flattens, he doesn’t like that. Me telling him to leave.Good.
“You”—he kisses me again, abrupt and demanding—“never stop pushing.”
In answer, I grind my hips up against him and it’s like I’m attempting a stabbing, the way he lifts off me. Before I can blink, Huan is standing off the bed but still leaned over me, his palms braced on either side of my head. “I’m not leaving,” he says, probably reading the sudden widening of my eyes.
I’m free from his weight, but I still lie there. “If you aren’t leaving, why did you stop?”
Because I need your hands more than I’ve ever needed anything!
“If we get tonight, I’m not having sex with you while I’m so close.” He grips the thick outline of his cock.
“So I guess we’ve decided to go at your pace,” I say, as if the thought of Huan being afraid of coming from dry humping me isn’t making me pant shamelessly.
“This was always going to be at my pace. Take your pants off, Komal.”
“Or you can have the night off from the pressure of being this way… if you want,” I say, briefly wondering if he ever tires of taking charge. Tonight has to be incredible for him, too. If this will help, I'll put away some of what I need for both of us to enjoy.
“Like I’ve said before, your politeness is unnecessary.” His amusement is clear. “Don’t worry. Not only can I take all your selfishness, I want it. Now, did you not hear me? Take off your pants.”
I clumsily dig into the waistband of my pants. I’ve got to lift off the bed to tug them over my hips. It takes a bit of managing before the material pools at my ankles. Huan helps with the rest, pulling my pants over my feet and dropping them on the floor, uncharacteristically not caring about the mess.
“Do the same with your underwear,” he says, as if it's the most common sentence spoken.
“I would like to approach the bench, Judge,” I say, “and complain about how only one of us is getting naked. The accused should right their wrongs immediately.”
Huan smothers his face with this hand, as he holds back a laugh. “My brat is incorrigible.”
Hisbrat. Warmth shoots through me.I freaking love that. More of that, please. It's the kind of statement that has me floating by the roof somewhere for a long time.
With a deft flick of his wrist, Huan unbuttons his shirt but leaves it on, which is worse, because now I’m subject to glimpses of muscles depending on the angle of his movements. Particularly annoying when his shirt flaps shut.
Before I can complain, Huan leans back over and kisses me, using his palm to lift my chin. I caress his chest, but he swats away my access to him. It’s frustrating, and I’m trying to get on my knees so I can snare him by his neck and touch—but Huan is clever. He pushes me down, releases my mouth and steps away again.
“Bare yourself for me,” he says. “Now.”
Gree-eugh. That voice of his.
Fine. I'll listen. If anything will make this go faster, I will do it!
I loop my fingers underneath my underwear and pull them off me, tossing them in the general direction of my pants. As I settle back down again, I suddenly feel how exposed I’ve become, left only in my bra.
Huan goes to the foot of the bed. “Show me how wide you can go. Be good and spread your legs open.”
In theory, I fight against his arrogant orders. In practice, I quiet at Huan’s expression. He looks down as if my pussy is the centre of his universe and requires tremendous consideration.He's making a very thorough study of all the details.His expression is in rapture. Does he see? There is no mistaking how I want him. Proof is very visible of my desires down there.
“I’m going to loosen you up,” he says, his voice ragged.
“Because you are so big?”
I gasp because my instant retort of sarcasm has taken it too far. His cock is perfect. I don’t want him to think differently. I should take it back.
Wincing at how Idopush when given open rein, I tentatively meet Huan’s gaze.
With a sloping grin, he stalks toward me. His palms touch my skin, making my muscles jump and ache when my knees are spread wide for me. Scrambling to accommodate the strain, I sit up against the headboard.
“You are getting loosened”—he whispers in my ear—“because I want your pussy to make a mess on the bed before I fuck you into the mattress. Got it?”
