But if there’s one thing that I’ve learned from watching Joseph and Juliette’s relationship, it’s that there has to be a balance. Where there is darkness there must be light, where there is intensity there must be calm, and it’s my job as Elizabeth’s forever after to remind her of that. To remind her of us. I want us to win in both business and love, and it only works if we’re doing both together.
“You’re beautiful, Duchess. Absolutely beautiful.”
I can feel her body relaxing under my touch, but she still doesn’t utter a single sound. She doesn’t want to give me the satisfaction of knowing that she is enjoying every minute of this, especially after how I left her in the bathroom the other day. She knows that I totally get off on her responsiveness to me.
Yet even with no verbal communication from her, there’s still something very gratifying about watching my woman do what she’s told, bent over, looking gorgeous as hell, and holding onto her desk wearing nothing but a pair of shorts around her ankles.
I step back again and allow a moment of silence to pass between us to appreciate the view.
The quiet unnerves her.
I’ve been making love to her for a long time now, studying her actions and reactions both in and out of the bedroom, and I know she becomes most uneasy when she doesn’t know what’s coming next or when it’s coming.
Elizabeth adjusts her posture by repositioning her legs and bringing them slightly together and tilting her body a little higher on the desk. Her muscles are probably tiring of the position I placed her in, but that’s exactly why I put her there and why I’m keeping her there. I need her to be present in every moment of this.
“Don’t let those shorts touch the floor. Spread your legs apart.”
She exhales harshly but does what I’ve requested. Her compliance satisfies a savage part of me, yet my resolve is slipping too. I wanted to wait a little longer to give her the pleasure I know she desperately craves.
I know what I said before. I wanted to wait for her to ask for it, to beg for it, but I’ve got my own desperate desires clawing inside of me and it’s been entirely too long since I’ve been in between my woman’s legs.
So fuck making a point.
I drop reverently down to my knees on the floor directly behind her. My face close to her ass. I rest one side of my face on one of her ass cheeks and tap the other gently with my hand. A few light slaps, one after the other, directly on the same area. I can feel the vibration of the thumps against her butt and it gets me stiff as a board knowing that her want for me is growing.
“Don’t move your legs one inch,” I speak into her skin. “Keep those legs spread and those shorts tight around your ankles.”
While there’s still not one single moan from Elizabeth’s stubborn ass, I know better. I am systematically breaking down all of her resistance. A few more minutes and she’ll be speaking in tongues… and so the fuck will I.
“You ready?” I tease.
I slide one of my fingers through her puffy folds from back to front and feel that she’s drenched. Her desire is practically pouring out of her like a faucet at this point.
“Wet as fuck.”
“Be quiet.”
“You keep telling me that.”
“Because you keep talking.”
“Oh, I can fix that shit right now.”
I shove my mouth in between her legs which are still tautly spread apart and suck hard on her clit. She instantly slams her palms on the desk and her legs buckle. Her reaction makes me chuckle and the rumble of my laughter against her core causes her to slam her hand again.
I knead her ass cheeks with both hands as I continue devouring her from front to back. I run my tongue viciously back and forth across her clit like a human vibrator and relish her sweet smell and tangy taste. Then reluctantly I pull away, licking my lips as I savor every swallow.
“Delicious.”
13
ROMAN
Every lush curve on Elizabeth’s body makes her look like an extraordinary piece of art as she presses her fingertips into the edge of the wood for dear life, her lips slightly parted, her eyes glazed over. She’s the most exquisite woman in the world, especially when aroused. When she finally releases a noise, that’s a cross between a moan and a whimper my dick becomes rigid with eagerness.
Now we’re getting somewhere.
“Did you say something?” I taunt her with a satisfied grin.
I whack her ass once to watch it jiggle, then flip her around on her back. Her cheeks are ruddy, her hair looks wild like a halo of angry curls, and her nipples are tight and hard like diamonds. She looks aroused, but at the same time she also looks like she wants to spit in my face.
“Ready to come for me, Duchess?”
Her only response is a chilly death glare.
“Yeah, you’re ready,” I say arrogantly. “You can step out of those shorts now.”
With a flick of her ankle, she kicks the shorts and panties angrily across the room and I pull her hips forward with the same ferocity, then lift and rest her legs on my shoulders.
I blow lightly on her cunt.
Kissing. Blowing. Priming her for what’s coming next.
Things start to quickly progress from there as she unintentionally squirms her hips.
“Who do you belong to?” I demand.
She bangs a closed fist on the desk.
“Whose pussy is this?”
She moans reluctantly.
“You’re going to have to ask for it if you want it,” I tell her through a low growl, trying to keep what’s left of my manhood because actually, I’m calling her bluff.
If she doesn’t beg me to fuck her soon, I might explode all over her stomach like a horny teenager. My dick is so hard that if I bang it against the side of this desk, it might break the fuck off. I’m not sure how much longer I can play this game of chicken with her. This is the first time that Elizabeth might literally have me by the balls.
“No.”
Okay, well, at least she’s responding with actual words. That means her resolve is breaking. I’m close. I just have to try a little harder.
I take one long lick of her pussy with my flattened tongue and just when I’m about to lift my head to end the connection; she slides her hands onto the back of my shorn head and pushes me back down.
I smile to myself.
Almost there.
“You’re going to have to say the fucking words,” I speak between her folds.
“Roman.”
The way she says my name makes my dick angry. It wants relief. It wants her. Things make so much more sense when I’m inside of her, and there was a time she felt the same way. When the hell is she going to put us both out of our misery?
“Yes, Duchess?”
“Fuck!”
Why is she fighting this so hard?
“I’m so mad at you.”
“I know you are, baby, but I told you I’d buy you another computer.”
“That’s not it and you know it.”
I exhale an exaggerated breath.
“I’m waiting, Elizabeth.”
Please, dammit.
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Fine. I’m saying the words. I want it,” she says with monotone inflection.