“I want you too, but I love this dress.” I watch as she carefully slides the fabric over her shoulder and shimmies her hips, letting it slide to the floor. When she bends over to pick it up, her tits look as though they are about to fall out of the strapless bra she’s wearing, and her ass in that thong… I want to bite it.
“What would your mom say if she knew you tore my dress and why?”
“I don’t give a fuck, and can we not talk about my mom right now?”
Soft laughter fills the room as she turns to face me. “I need you naked, Owen,” she says, her hands on her hips.
“Gladly.” I begin to rip off my clothes—jacket, tie, shirt, with my buttons flying across the room. Next, I fumble with my belt as I unclasp it. I make sure to latch on to the waistband of my boxer briefs and remove them with my pants. Letting it all fall to the floor. “You’re next,” I tell her, gripping my cock. I watch in fascination as she walks to the other side of the room, pulling a chair from the small dining table in the corner. She carries it with her, setting it in front of me.
“This is for you.”
“What am I supposed to do with that?” I ask, staring at the chair.
“Sit.”
“Babe, we can talk later. I need you.” I look down at my hard cock gripped in the palm of my hand.
“Sit, please,” she says, batting those baby blues at me. I can’t say no to her, so I sit in the chair. With slow, gradual steps, she comes toward me, stepping between my legs. My hands grip her hips, any excuse to touch her. “I like this,” she says softly, running her hands over my newly trimmed beard. “I like the way it feels against my bare skin.”
Fuck. Is she trying to kill me? “Layla,” I croak.
With a hand on either side of my face, she bends so that our mouths are barely a breath apart. “I love you, Owen Riggins.” Her lips press to mine, and I try to deepen the kiss, but my girl has other plans as she pulls out of my hold, taking a step back.
She stands just out of reach, and I want to go to her, toss her on the bed and have my wicked way with her, but something tells me that she needs this. That she needs to feel in control, and we both know Layla holds all the control, along with every single piece of me. The breath whooshes from my lungs when she reaches behind her and unclasps her strapless bra, letting the tiny scrap of material fall to the floor.
I keep my mouth shut and my hands fisted at my sides as she slides an index finger on either side of the waistband of her thong, and shimmies her hips yet again, letting it fall to her feet.
“Did you know that I can’t think when your hands or your mouth are on me? It’s like you turn my brain to mush. You always get to take the lead, and I thought it would be fun to mix it up a little, but I can’t have you touching me. I’ll lose focus.”
My throat is dry as I reply, “You want to seduce me, baby?”
“Something like that.” She smirks.
Unfurling my hands, I raise my arms and open them wide. “I’m yours for the taking, Layla. Do with me what you wish.”
“There are so many things,” she says, tapping her index finger against her chin.
“Do your worst, baby.”
“Oh no, that I won’t do. I’m thinking tonight is going to be filled with nothing but the best.” She licks her lips, causing my cock to twitch.
“Fuck,” I murmur, making her chuckle.
“That’s the plan, handsome,” she assures me. “Hands behind your head.”
I’ve never been one to take orders from a woman, but this woman I’ll do anything she asks, so I place my hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers. I sit silently and wait for further instruction, but it never comes. Instead, my beautiful Layla drops to her knees, settling between my thighs. She doesn’t utter a single syllable as she grips my cock, strokes me from root to tip, licks her lips, and takes me into her mouth.
“Son of a….” My voice trails off as my eyes roll to the back of my head from the mere pleasure of having her lips around my cock. Over and over again, her head bobs between my legs. As the pressure begins to build, I need to be inside her. That’s where I long to be. That’s where I belong. “Layla, baby. I need to touch you. I need to feel you.”
Slowly, she lets my cock slide out of her mouth before peering up at me, her blue eyes blazing with desire. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and stands. “I was enjoying that.” She pretends to pout. She might have been enjoying it, but I can tell from the gleam in her eye, she has something else planned for us, planned for me. What I didn’t expect was for her to straddle my lap.
“You can touch me,” she says huskily as she removes my hands from behind my head and places them on her hips.
“Tell me what you want, baby. This is your show.” I love her newfound confidence that grows every day. I want her to have this. Hell, it’s not a hardship to let the love of my life seduce me. I win no matter who’s calling the shots. At the end of the night, we both get to find our pleasure in each other, falling asleep in each other’s arms. That’s all that matters.
“This.” Reaching between us, she lifts until I’m aligned at her entrance, and slowly settles back onto my lap, burying me inside her.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I crush her to me in a hug so fierce I’m not sure either of us is getting any oxygen into our lungs. I love this woman with every piece of my soul. Every minute with her only makes me fall further in love with her. There is a spark every time we touch, and I hope we never lose it. I never want to stop feeling the way I do right now in this moment. With her settled on my lap, our arms around each other and my cock buried deep inside her.
Loosening my grip, my hands roam over her back, relishing in the feel of her soft skin against the palm of my hands. My fingertips trail over her spine, and I settle my hands on her ass. My lips find hers in a slow, sensual kiss, that if I wasn’t already sitting would have had my knees buckling. Not breaking our kiss, I lift her slowly off my cock, leaving just the tip, before lowering her back onto my lap. I repeat this process over and over, all while devouring her lips. We settle into a steady rhythm as the tension builds.
“Owen,” Layla pants as she buries her hands in my hair.
“I got you, baby.”
“How is it better every time?” she asks.
Honestly, I don’t know, but then it hits me. “It’s the magic, baby.” When I stand from the chair, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I move us to the wall. One at a time, I slide my arms under her legs, pressing her back against the wall, rock my hips and let loose, fucking her hard and fast. I feel her nails dig into my shoulders, but it only fuels my desire for her. To have her lose control on my cock, the way she makes me feel as though I’m losing control anytime I’m around her, and every time I’m inside her.
Her walls clamp around me at the same time a deep guttural moan falls from her lips. “Owen!” She calls out for me, and I snap, spilling over inside her. My legs feel like jelly, but I manage to walk to the bed, sitting down with her still wrapped around me, and my cock still buried deep inside her.
“I don’t know where that came from, but when can we do it again?” she asks through staggered breaths, making me laugh.