She shakes her head.
“When you dropped your purse, you wouldn’t accept my help. You had to maintain a semblance of control in the situation. Then there was the condom.”
She bites her lip. And damn, I want to bite it for her. Hard. Leave my mark on that sexy mouth.
“Yes, I saw it,” I continue. “Another way you keep your life in control.”
“Because I don’t want to get pregnant?”
I resist the urge to berate her for speaking again. “It’s more than that, and you know it. If a situation arises where you want to have sex, you’re ready. You don’t have to rush to the pharmacy for protection.”
“A lot of women carry condoms around.”
“Less than you might think. Some depend on other methods, or they run to the pharmacy as needed. Some are concerned only about pregnancy and not diseases.”
“And you know this because…”
“I’ve been with a lot of women.”
Well, she asked. I’ve always been amazed how many women expect the man to provide protection. It’s never a problem, as I’m always fully stocked with condoms, but so many women think only about unplanned pregnancies and not diseases, which can be far worse.
“I had a feeling about you.” I resist the urge to caress her soft cheek, trail a finger over her gorgeous neck. “About your need for control. Then, after our first dinner and my attempt to seduce you, I knew for sure.”
Her mouth twitches, but she doesn’t respond.
“I recognized it in you. I recognize it in people because it’s part of who I am as well.”
She nods.
“I wouldn’t be where I am today,” I whisper darkly, nipping her earlobe once more, “without knowing how to exercise control in every situation.”
She nods again and attempts to suppress a quiver unsuccessfully.
“That includes controlling you, Skye. Right now, I control your pleasure. I have leverage over you. Do you understand?”
She doesn’t respond.
“I asked if you understand.”
This time, she nods once more.
I gently push her onto the bed. “Lie down.”
She obeys.
I kneel, spread her legs, and draw in a breath, relishing the whiff of her sweet sent. She jars slightly. Already I see her sense of hearing is heightened. She’s aware of my intake of breath.
“Your scent intoxicates me, Skye,” I whisper. “I can sit here between your legs forever and never get tired of it.” I inhale again, this time holding my breath longer until I exhale.
A soft sigh emerges from her throat. She goes rigid.
“Relax, baby. No need to tighten up right now.” I inhale once more. “As much as I adore your smell, you taste even better.”
I begin at her perineum and slide my tongue upward until I get to her clit. She gasps sharply. I glide over her clit, swirling around, and then I close my lips around it and suck ever so slightly.
She sighs, and a moan follows. I give as much pleasure as I take, all while staying in control in the bedroom. Eating Skye’s pussy is as pleasing to me as it is to her. She’s that delicious, that responsive.
I don’t berate her for releasing the sounds. I commanded only that she not speak. Her sexy gasps spur me on, and I increase the speed of my tongue. She grips the comforter in both her hands and arches her back, undulating her hips. I’m deliberately ignoring her clit now. I’ve lit the fuse. Now it’s time for the long tease. I shove my tongue into her pussy and then lick and pull on her labia.
Her moans fuel my desire, and I move up and flick my tongue over her clit. Once. Just once.
She writhes beneath me. I know what she wants, but she’s going to have to wait.
I go back to eating her pussy. “You’re so wet,” I say against her flesh. “God, you drive me wild, Skye. You’re so responsive to everything I do.”
Yes. Yes, I am. Please. Please. Please let me come.
I hear the words in my mind. In her voice.
She’s done well, but I’m not ready to reward her yet. No. I’m ready to keep her on the edge.
I slide my tongue up her pussy and grab hold of her clit once more, this time nipping harder. Once. Twice. Then three times.
I thrust two fingers into her heat, and— I release her clit.
Is it an asshole move? Not really. The penetration from my fingers inside her along with clitoral stimulation would equal instant orgasm.
But it’s the climb that’s the real pleasure. I want to drive her just as wild as she drives me.
I push her thighs forward and lower my tongue, sliding it over her asshole. She tenses.
“Oh!”
Not surprising. Ms. Manning has never had a rim job. I’ll remedy that with pleasure.
I jab my tongue into her ass gently. Then I bring my palm down on the cheek of her ass with a loud—
Smack!
She jerks against the slap as her ass turns a lovely shade of pink.
“That’s for talking.” Then I slide my tongue back over her asshole and up her pussy again.
Her hand wanders to her vulva. She’s so ripe. I know what she’s feeling. If she can just touch herself, just once, she’ll shatter.
Not on my watch. Time for another lesson in who’s in control in this bedroom.
I grab her wrist. “No, you don’t. That clit is mine tonight. No one touches it but me.”
“But I have to come.”
I move forward and slide the blindfold off her eyes, chuckling. I can’t help it. I know what’s coming, and so does she. “I told you I’d punish you for talking.”
“The smack?” she says.
“No, that was for pleasure.”
She liked the smack. I could tell from her reaction. She doesn’t deny it.
I suck on her clit once more while ramming my fingers in and out of her pussy. She shudders on the bed, her hips moving frantically against my lips and tongue.
She tastes so sweet, and she grinds against my face, rubbing her juices into my skin. Fuck. My cock is on fire, so ready to slide right into her, but I know control better than anyone, and I can wait.
And so will she. I pull away from her clit and remove my fingers from her pussy.
I move forward, letting the fabric of my shirt slide over her nipples.
I press my lips to one nipple and then the other before I kiss her lips chastely, letting her taste her own sweetness.