He was ready for her. His tongue found her seam and parted it, darting inside to taste her just as he’d said he wanted. With a shudder, Leah dropped her head forwards, eyes closed as pleasure made her blind.
Brandon found her clit and sucked gently as she rocked her body back and forth. She set the pace, but he kept up. His hands roved her ass and thighs as Leah moved on his mouth.
Her thighs trembled as Brandon’s clever tongue teased her clit towards orgasm. He knew just how to circle and stroke her, just how much pressure to give and when to take it away. Pleasure had taken over and stolen her control. Her body moved on its own, and Brandon didn’t falter even when her hips pumped against him.
She thought about his cock as she rode his mouth. How hard it was, how thick. How it would feel inside her, in just a minute or two, just as soon as she came …
The knock on the door didn’t register right away. When it came again, Leah’s low moan strangled her. She froze, her body tipping on the edge of pleasure’s precipice, so close to coming she couldn’t believe she hadn’t already fallen over the edge.
‘Bingo?’
Shit. Caroline, Brandon’s mother, was knocking on the door while her son … wasn’t stopping …
Leah’s fingers gouged deep dents in the back of the couch, and now she pushed with her hands to move herself off Brandon’s face. If she ever needed a reminder he was strong enough to never obey her if he didn’t want to, she didn’t want it now. His hands gripped her hips and kept her still, her cunt hovering over his mouth.
‘… yeah,’ he said after a moment, sounding sleepy.
Don’t open the door, Leah prayed. The room was small and everything in it was in full view of the doorway. Don’t open it …
‘Sorry to wake you, honey, but I wanted to remind you both to toss your laundry into the basket in the laundry room, OK? I’ll throw a load in tomorrow morning.’
Leah’s heart was pounding, but when Brandon spoke, damn him, he let his mouth continue working its magic on her pussy.
‘OK, thanks.’
Shit. She was going to come at any second, and not even the spectre of his mother listening outside the door could stop it. If he said another word, she was going to go over, go up in flames …
‘Good night, honey!’ Caroline chirped as prettily as the birds she’d BeDazzled onto her sweatshirts. ‘Good night, Leah. See you in the morning!’
Leah didn’t know where she found the voice to reply, but she did. As the creak of the basement stairs announced Caroline’s departure, Brandon set back to work with that wicked tongue.
The mood should’ve been broken by them almost being caught like a pair of naughty teenagers, but Brandon didn’t seem to care. Leah did, or she would when she came down from this sexual high. For the moment all she could do was ride out the waves of pleasure turning her into a mass of boneless, quivering jelly.
Blinking, her muscles still twitching, Leah rolled onto her back next to him. Despite the interruption, the orgasm had been strong enough to knock her senseless for a minute. She came back to reality when Brandon put his hand between her legs, cupping her.
She looked at his smug grin and frowned as she sat up. Leah looked down at Brandon’s prick, tapping his belly without shame. Obviously, he wasn’t as disturbed as she was.
‘I love it when you come on my mouth,’ he said as serenely as if dirty talk fell from his lips every day.
Which, she had to admit, it often did. Nobody would ever guess it to look at him with that choir-boy face, but Brandon was as much a champ at talking about what he wanted to do as he was at doing it. Usually it melted her butter in a huge way, but not at the moment. It was hard to be annoyed in the aftermath of that orgasm, though, and even more difficult with that gorgeous cock staring at her.
Brandon got up on one hand to put the other on the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss. She let him, tasting the remnants of her pleasure on his lips. Somehow she found herself on his lap and, since Leah wasn’t a woman who let go of control, she had to admit she’d put herself there.
His cock rubbed her belly as she moved, but only for a second before she’d reached between them to guide him inside her. Brandon moaned into her mouth as she sank onto his cock all the way. Her cunt convulsed around him, and she moaned too. But softer, biting it back, ever mindful of where they were.
‘You feel so good,’ Brandon said.
‘Shh.’
He blinked and looked at her, then grinned. ‘Are you worried?’
She didn’t want to talk about it now. Leah put her hand over his mouth, her fingers tight together. His eyes widened for a moment and in the next his hands clamped down hard on her hips as he thrust upwards.
Leah wasn’t into many of the scenes most people would think of as representing dominance and submission. She’d had her share of that with the man she’d left just before meeting Brandon. Empty games that had no meaning and never got to the heart of what really aroused her. Not the props and toys, the leather, the cuffs, the floggers, but control and trust.
She and Brandon had been together for six months, testing that control and trust. Learning from each other. Testing the limits.
She’d bound his wrists but never gagged him. Now, her hand covering his mouth, her breath caught as his cock throbbed inside her. Leah stilled, her knees gripping him to
