Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink. “Because fantasies are fantasy. They’re not real. They’re just there to get you off, not to act out.”
“Whoever told you that is a goddamn liar,” I say, taking her mouth in a kiss, and I don’t stop until she’s breathless and her eyes stay closed when I pull back. “I told you that I wanted your lipstick on me and you made it happen. Isn’t that a fantasy?”
“I guess so.”
"Just tell me one," I say. "Not all of them. Just one. For now."
And later I might ask why it's so hard for her in the first place, but right now I'm watching her watch me, see the way she wets her lips with her tongue and the way she leans closer. "It's going to sound weird," she says.
"I don't care."
She swallows. "I want," another hesitation, "for you not to care about what I want." I feel my eyebrows rise in shock that I'm not sure I'm in control of. Amber looks down but keeps going. "I mean, I don't want to think or make decisions, because I do that all day. I want you to fuck me the way that you want to. What you want to do that makes you feel good, and I know that I'll feel good too. If there's something I don't want I tell you, but I don't want to think. I know it's a weird fantasy, and I'm not sure it's a fantasy, and I'm still pretty drunk, but that's what I want."
I stroke my hand down her side. "I don't think that's weird at all."
She looks up at me, eyes wide. "You don't?"
"No," I say, kissing her softly, "because your fantasy is to have someone take care of you."
"It's more than that," she says, "It's—"
"I know it's more, but that's part of it. And you don't have to think anymore." I kiss her again, long, and slow, and deep, and when I pull away her eyes are glazed with lust. If she wants me to take control, I will happily do that. And if she doesn't want me to care about what she wants, I'm not sure I can discard that entirely, but I can pretend. "And now you're going to finish what you started in the bathroom."
I move away from her, pulling her with me so that her head is at the edge of the bed and her eyes are wide but she doesn't look scared or nervous. She looks happy. "Open," I say, touching my cock to her lips.
She does, and I slide inside. God, her mouth is heaven. Back at Fantasia she drove me to the brink with her mouth, but if I'm controlling the pace, I can make it last. And I plan on making it last. Amber's red hair is cascading off the bed, and looking down, watching my cock disappear between her lips, I swear I get harder. I didn't even think that it was possible at this point.
Amber shocked me when she took me in her throat, and I want that. I want to see my cock bulge in her throat, and I will. But slowly. I fuck her mouth in smooth, short thrusts, making sure she has time to breathe before I move deeper. And deeper still. Even before I get to her throat she's taking most of me, and when her tongue peeks out from between her lips as she's taking me down I almost lose control.
"Take a deep breath," I tell her, and she does, and I slide all the way in. Into the slight resistance of her throat and holy fucking god that feels good. I push further and force my eyes open because I need to see. And there it is, a distinctive bulb in her throat that's the head of my cock.
I pull back for her to breathe and then push in again, watch myself appear. Watch myself push deeper, and watch the rhythm I set to fucking her mouth. It feels so good, and Amber hasn't hesitated once. "Amber," I say as I push down again, "seeing myself in your throat might be the hottest goddamn thing I've ever seen," I tell her.
She moans around my cock and I almost lose it, but not yet. I'm getting close. To the point where I'm clenching my jaw and forcing myself not to come, but I'm not going to come yet. I push in one more time, and there. Amber's lips are pressed against my stomach, my cock fully in her throat. It's so fucking hot, and then I fuck her throat. Now that I'm all the way in, this is what I want. I pull back and thrust deep, never quite leaving her throat, only pulling back when she needs to breathe, but then I'm there again, sliding to the hilt with every smooth thrust and riding the high of pleasure that's just before an orgasm.
Amber gasps for air, but opens her mouth without question, and just when I'm deepest in her throat, she swallows. Lightning flashes across my vision as the feeling sends me over the edge, and I'm blind and panting, cock spasming in her throat as I come. I drive into her throat harder, pushing out every bit of pleasure that punches through me until it's gone and I pull back, spent.
"Holy shit," I say, and Amber smiles.
I help her turn around, and I don't tell her what I'm going to do, but I'm on my knees in front of her and I push her back to lie on the bed and part her legs. She’s like a feast in front of me. "Peter," she says, and I can hear the hesitation. She told me not to care about her needs, so I put on my most commanding character and crawl up until our faces are so close I can feel her breath. "You told me to do what I want, and I am. Right now you're mine to taste, and I'm going to. Maybe I'll make you come, maybe I won't. But this isn't your choice."
She closes her eyes and I see her shiver. Interesting. I file the reaction away for later, because there's some things I want to think about, but I'm not about to stop in the middle of sex for it. I drag my tongue down between her breasts and across her stomach until I'm in front of her pussy again, and I can see it glistening. I don't hesitate, putting my full mouth on her and sucking deep. Amber arches off the bed, suddenly moaning, and I smile into her pussy. She's so aroused that I probably could have made her come by just blowing on her clit. But what she doesn't know is that when I told her that I might make her come, I'd already made the decision that I won't.
I want her to be writhing in pleasurable agony before she comes, and when she does, I'm going to be buried deep inside her. For these few, brief moments, I don't care about what she wants, and I'm going to make it happen. I lick across her skin, savoring the sweet and deep taste of her arousal as she moves under me, lifting her hips to try to angle herself better against my mouth. "No," I say, laying a hand across her stomach, and pinning her down. She stops moving, and I can feel the way her breath changes under my hand, speeding up. There's a burst of wetness in my mouth, and I drink her down. Just me telling her no made her wet.
I work my tongue on her clit in slow, steady strokes, and I can feel her tensing, getting ready, and just before she goes over the peak, I pull back. Amber gasps in frustration and her head pops up, looking down at me. I just smile, instead using my hands to soothe down her sides and stomach and across her thighs, going nowhere close enough to her pussy to send her over. Amber opens her mouth, and I can see it happen.
She's going to ask why I stopped, why I don't keep going, and the realization of her own request hits her. She understands that if I don't care about what she wants, then I don't care if she comes. "Oh," she says. "Wow."
Her head falls back, and I follow her again so I can see her eyes. I settle myself so she can feel my cock between her legs but I'm doing nothing with it to stimulate her, and it's driving her mad. "Wow?"