“God, you’re tight. Feels so good.” I bite her neck lightly and then suck at it. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Mine.
The word surprises me.
But in the same moment, it doesn’t.
I’m claiming her. Claiming control over her body, her orgasms. I may not have the control I crave over all of her, but I can at least control her climax.
I release her ass cheek as I pull out of her pussy.
She gasps, looking over her shoulder. “You didn’t—”
“All in good time. I needed to be inside you for a minute. Now I need something else.”
“What?”
“Did you forget you’re not supposed to be talking?” I slap her ass, and then I reach past her ass cheeks and I tap her clit.
Again. And again. Until it’s no longer a tap but a soft smack.
I’m giving her just enough with each slap to push her slightly toward the peak.
Until— “Ah!” she cries out.
Yes, she’s climbing, but she won’t reach the top yet. I slide my tongue between her legs and lick the juices coating her thighs. Then I glide forward, caressing her slick folds and then her clit. I swirl my tongue around it.
She melts against the granite, and finally, I feel her willingness to let me control her orgasm.
Which makes me want her climax as much as she does.
But it will be all the sweeter if we both wait.
The intensity of the emotion coiling inside me surprises me, threatens to overwhelm me. I could so easily slide a finger inside her, pluck at her G-spot, and send her spiraling outward, force her to endure climax after climax.
But not yet.
I probe her pussy and her ass with my tongue, keeping her right at the tip of the peak, but not letting her jump.
I love the control. But even more, I love that she’s letting me have it. Her intense flavor, her responsiveness, her very essence consumes me.
All of me.
My cock is aching and throbbing, but I’ll wait for my release.
I’ll wait, because Skye is so delicious, so lovely, so warm and sweet under my touch.
Yes, yes, yes.
It’s time.
I slide a finger inside her while I lick her asshole. She moans her pleasure.
“Skye,” I say, my voice low as I thrust my fingers into her and massage that velvety place inside while, with my other hand, I find her clit. “Come. Now.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
She bursts.
Garbled words float from her mouth to my ears. She clamps her hands against the edge of the marble countertop. Her pussy tightens, loosens, tightens, loosens—all on my finger, and I’m so in tune to her pleasure that I swear to God, I feel like she’s coming on my cock.
“Braden!” she cries out. “Yes, Braden, Braden!”
I continue my chant. “Come. Now. Come. Now.”
I pull another climax out of her and then another. She’s limp against the granite countertop.
“That’s right,” I say. “Keep coming. Give me another one.”
Each times she clamps around my fingers, I want to give her more. I want to take her to the heavens, to paradise. I want her to know, in her soul, that only I can give her what she’s feeling at this moment.
“Give me more, baby. More.”
Again she responds to my command. Again. And again.
Oh, yes. There’s a submissive inside this woman just dying to burst out. How many orgasms will she give me? Who will tire first? Will she?
Or will I?
I know I won’t. It’s become a competition.
A competition I will win. Hands down.
“Keep going,” I urge. “Again.”
She braces herself once more against the counter, still coming all over my hand. My whole wrist is wet with her juice. It dribbles down my forearm, wafts to my nose, and I inhale her potent perfume.
“One more, Skye.”
“Can’t,” she grits out.
“You can.”
“No. Please. I can’t. Stop.”
Point. And. Match.
In a flash, I replace my fingers with my cock, ramming into her. I thrust and thrust and thrust, my groans a hum of vibration around the bubble of lust encircling us.
I fuck her hard and fast, again and again, until I plunge deeply into her. “God! Skye!”
I come quickly and urgently, giving everything to her with that last thrust. My whole body throbs in time with my cock. My blood boils. My flesh prickles.
All the while, her hands stay glued to the countertop.
I remain embedded in her, reveling in the euphoria floating around us like an invisible dome.
And I think, for a split second, that I never want to be without her in my life. Damn.
After a few minutes, I pull out and zip and snap my pants.
Still, she doesn’t move.
“You may move now,” I say. “Christopher will drive you home.”
She stays in position for a few seconds before she turns to face me, her pants and underwear still around her knees. “You said you’d never kick me out of your home again.”
“That’s true. I did.” I walk out of the kitchen but look over my shoulder. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I left my business meetings to get back here, so I have a lot to do. I’ll be in my office working.”
Skye pulls up her undies and pants, while I mourn the loss of her naked pussy. I want Skye here. I would love to wake up next to her again.
But I need to maintain control as much as she does. Much more, actually. And with Skye…my control is hanging precariously by a thin thread.
I text Christopher quickly, thankful he decided to stay in tonight.
Are you available? Skye needs a ride home.
Be down in a minute.
Great. Thanks.
And that’s that.
I ignore the part of me that wants her to stay.
I ignore the part of me that wants to throw her over my shoulder, take her to my bed, and make love to her all night long.
I ignore the part of me that wants to say those words—words I’ve never said to a woman, words I never thought I’d even consider saying.
I ignore all of it, because if I don’t, I’ll be walking straight into a whirlwind I’m not even close to ready for.