A big part of him wanted to just turn her around and fuck her. But if he was able to contain himself, they could have so much more fun. He took a deep breath.
“On your knees.”
She took half a step back before catching herself.
“Wh...what?”
“You heard me and I don’t repeat myself.”
Her eyes widened, hopefully not in fear, but then she slowly fell to her knees in front of him. He reached forward and began pulling pins out of her hair until it cascaded around her shoulders in red-brown waves. He dropped the pins as he found them, the tinkling of them hitting the floor reminding him how otherwise quiet it was in the museum.
He ran his fingers through her shiny locks until she looked up at him, questions clear in her eyes.
“You know what I want,” he said.
There was a hunger in her movements as she reached out and made quick work of his belt buckle and button. He never remembered being this hard before, and his cock strained toward her once she removed the barrier of his pants. She reached through the flap of his silk boxers and ran her fingers up and down his shaft.
He wasn’t proud of it, but he’d kept tabs on her dating life and he knew there wasn’t much of it. Ana was too good for most men, not to mention the Staffordshire name was pretty damn intimidating. But she had an innate sexuality about her she’d never been able to hide.
That was never more clear than when she pulled his cock out of his pants and swirled her tongue around the tip.
He moaned, long and low.
The air-conditioning cooled his cock, but her mouth kept him plenty warm. Her hands squeezed him hard and she pumped him in her fist all the while fucking him with her mouth. She used her tongue, her teeth and her hands to devour him. He reached down and pulled her hair back from her face. He wanted to be able to see his cock disappearing into her mouth. Any lipstick she had on when she started was now gone.
Every time she took him into her mouth, he pressed a little bit further. If they had time, he’d love the honor of teaching her how to deep throat a cock as long and thick as his, but he’d have to take what he could for their one night together.
It felt amazing.
Too good.
He couldn’t last much longer and there was still so much more he wanted to do tonight. When he finally did allow himself to come, he wanted to be buried deep inside her sweet pussy.
He allowed her to play for a few more moments. She was clearly enjoying herself almost as much as he was, but soon, he had to stop.
“Enough, Princess,” he demanded.
As expected, she ignored him. He tried to hide his smile. A part of him preferred her disobedience—punishing her would be great fun.
He tightened his hold on her hair in his fist and pulled her off his cock. “I said enough, Ana.”
The use of her name obviously shocked her.
“I...”
“You what?”
“I wasn’t finished.” Her lower lip came out in a pout and it was fucking adorable.
He stepped back and tucked his still rock-hard cock into his pants, zipping but not bothering with the button or belt.
“Go lie on the chaise.” He walked back over to the ladder where he’d left his jacket. There was nothing for him to do there, but he needed to regain some equilibrium. “And lose the panties.”
* * *
Ana struggled to make sense of what happened.
Had that been a bad blow job?