“Touch yourself,” he urged, making me. He had me finger myself while he tongued my buzzing clit. “Feel how good you feel.”
I closed my eyes, so close to coming at this point it wasn’t even funny. Ramses was taking me to the edge, but at the brink, he rose.
Fingers behind my back, he flicked my bra off, exposing my chest. He picked me up without acknowledging that, my nipples diamond-hard while he returned my feet to the floor. With his height, it was like looking up at a mountain. The sun.
And once there, I didn’t want to leave.
Popping up on my toes, I tasted him, kissing him deep and full, and didn’t care about his game.
Yes, I had issues with control. I liked to make myself feel good, safe, because that was what control gave me.
That safety had been taken away too many times. With my ex-husband… other things, and I liked feeling like I had the power.
But Ramses definitely liked when I took control.
He liked fighting me for it, something I’d totally picked up on him during our time together. In fact, that give and take was probably one of the main reasons we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We both enjoyed playing this game of power.
“Bri…”
I dropped to my knees in front of him, undoing his pants. I hadn’t seen his cock in way too long, and I was gifted the moment I had his pants and boxers worked down his thick thighs.
He angled long, erect and oh so thick. Seriously, the man hit the second section of his abs at full attention, and my mouth watered.
He growled. “Bri.”
I ignored him, driving my hands up his hips. He gritted my name again, and I gazed up at him.
A strong warning flashed in his amber eyes, making them narrow, hard. I was ignoring him, and he didn’t like that. I was testing him, and he might not even want me to do this for him. He’d been more than vocal about his hesitance when it came to his size. I mean, he was big, so I got that. He might have even scared a girl or two, and with how attentive Ramses was, he probably didn’t want to hurt me.
Well, what he failed to realize was he didn’t need to worry about me. Anything he had, I could take. He also did like it when I challenged him.
I flicked my tongue across the head.
“Shit,” he ground out, his fingers burying into my hair. His thigh muscles pulsed, his body stiff and tight. “You don’t know what you’re about to do. I could destroy your fucking throat.”
The tail end of that came out on a chuckled rasp, rough and aroused, but he gave in when I pushed the head past my lips.
Holy shit.
Inch by glorious inch, my swallow long and full as I opened my throat to let him inside. He touched the back, and I still had a ways to go, but I teased him out and in. Sometimes I got there. Sometimes I didn’t, but regardless, I didn’t stop.
“Shit. Goddamn. Shit.” Awe in his voice, like serious awe as he took my face between his hands. He rocked slow, in and out. He pushed back my hair. “Fucking hell, who are you right now?”
I was the woman who had him shaking, at his knees if I wanted him. He had the same affect over me, and moaning over his length, I worked his balls in my hands.
His powerful body immediately stiffened, his thighs clenched tight. I thought he’d come in seconds, and he may have been at the brink because he guided me off him.
“Not so fast, professor,” he said, angling me around. He gathered my dress above my hips, hugging my back to him. “You only get to see me come between your legs.”
A promise in his voice as he pressed hot kisses across my neck. He pinched and worked my nipples, kicking his pants and boxers off. He removed my dress and we were naked in the middle of his office, his length tucked between my ass cheeks.
Whipping me around, he took my face again, backing us up toward the couch. He guided me down toward it as he loomed on top of me, his mouth touching mine.
I thought I’d come with the way he kissed me, and I wasn’t even joking. So gentle, hot and heavy before hungry and intense. He kept me on my toes, ready for anything.
It felt like this was Ramses in the complete sense, as exciting as he was equally passionate. He made me feel nothing but safe within his arms.
“Don’t let me think,” I rasped, hooking my legs around him. I tugged at his lips with my teeth. “I just want this.”