But she knew he wouldn’t let her get away with that. Damn, she was out of practice. “Please, stroke my pussy, Master.”
“I’d like to, kitten, but I think it’s too soon for you to be making demands. Now kneel down on the floor.”
She bit her lip, stopping herself from begging. It wouldn’t work anyway.
She slipped from his lap and knelt on the carpet beside the bed. He lay back on the bed and tucked his hands behind his head. His cock stood straight up, like a rocket about to launch.
“Do you know what I’d like you to do now?” he asked, one eyebrow quirking up.
“I think so, Master. Would you like me to suck your cock?”
“Very good.”
She reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. Oh, God, she’d missed this. Stroking the soft kid-leather skin, wrapped tight over solid steel. She glided up and down, watching the purple veins pulsing along the sides.
“May I join you on the bed, Sir?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
She stood up and climbed onto the bed, then straddled his legs and leaned forward. At the first brush of her lips on his cockhead, he sucked in a breath.
She subdued a grin. He was out of practice, too. In the old days, he could hold his reactions to her under strict control, maintaining the semblance of being oblivious to her touch.
Until he burst in her mouth in a spectacular orgasm, of course.
The games they’d played had been absolutely delicious, catapulting them to exhilarating heights and leaving them so intensely sated, she thought their wicked lust had been satisfied for good. But then it boiled back up again the next time they were together.
She wrapped her lips around him and swallowed the mushroom-shaped head. She swirled her tongue over his tip again and again. Spiraling down the sides, licking under the rim, then swirling to the tip again.
She glanced at his face, seeing the barely contained delight blazing in his eyes. She squeezed her hand snugly around his base and stroked while she suckled on his cockhead. He grunted in approval. Then she surged deep on him, taking him down her throat. She’d learned how to take him deep inside. How to squeeze him with her lips, and the rhythm that brought him so close to the edge he could barely hold back, even given his herculean restraint. He was an excellent Dom because he did maintain such excellent control.
But he was rusty and she pushed her edge. It was fun being a little more in control than usual, at least in drawing out his pleasure.
As she glided up and down, he rested his hand on her head. He coiled it around her hair and guided her faster, which surprised her. Usually, he insisted on slow. Prolonging the pleasure as long as he could.
She sensed he was getting close. She cupped his balls and stroked lightly, making him groan.
“Make me come, baby. Right now.”
She squeezed around his hot, hard cock as it moved between her lips. He guided her in short, fast strokes. The sound of his rapid breathing resonated through the room. Then he stiffened and a fountain of heat filled her mouth. She kept moving as he continued spewing.
Finally, he grunted and fell back on the bed. She drew her lips from him, swallowing the salty semen, then she licked his shaft from top to bottom, ensuring every bit of it was shiny clean.
She climbed off him and knelt on the floor again. “Is there something else you’d like, Master?”
“Yes, I want to taste you. But I need a minute to rest.”
She smiled. “Would you like some champagne to revive you?”
He smiled. “That’s a great idea.”
She started to stand.
“No, stay there.” He got up and walked to the dresser, then pulled the bottle from the ice bucket. The bottle dripped from the melting ice and he wiped it with a cloth napkin by the glasses, then popped the cork. He carried the bottle and the two empty glasses with him as he walked to one of the big armchairs by the fire. He set the glasses on the side table and filled them, then set the bottle down.
“Come here,” he said.
She walked to him and he handed her a glass.
“Sit on my lap.”
She sat down, facing him, her naked thighs straddling his. She sipped the bubbly liquid, loving the feel of it gliding down her throat.
He took a deep drink of his own, finishing half the glass, then set it on the table again. He smiled, his focus on her naked breasts. Her nipples blossomed under his scrutiny.
When he cupped the bottom of her breast, then lightly dragged his thumb over the hard bud, she moaned softly. He leaned forward and took it into his mouth. The feel of his warmth around her sent her senses reeling. She hadn’t been with a man since Liam and that was why this was affecting her so dramatically.
But she knew that wasn’t true. Even if she had been fucked five times yesterday by the most passionate lover she could imagine, she would still feel this way when Liam touched her.
He lapped at her nipple with his tongue, then suckled again.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she moaned.
He stroked her other breast then suckled that one. She glided forward, her wet folds rubbing against his semi-erect cock.
God, she wanted it hard again so it could thrust inside her. She desperately wanted him to fill her up right now.
But she knew he had something else in mind first. When he’d said he wanted to taste her, he hadn’t meant her nipples.
She downed her champagne and filled her glass, then topped his up, too. Holding the bottle in her hand, she smiled at him. “You said you wanted to taste me.”
“Yes, but I’m enjoying sitting here with you on my lap right now.”
He would make her wait, knowing she wanted him to dive into her wet pussy right now. But she decided she would torture him a bit. “No problem,
