Inch by inch, she drew him deeper, relaxing her throat and suckling. Using her tongue, she stroked the underside of his shaft. One hand still circled his width while the other found the back of his thigh and slid to his nice, tight ass. She began moving, pumping back and forth. His hips rocked with her and his fingers slid into her hair, gently at first, then becoming firmer, applying slight pressure as if he feared she might stop. Zoe could feel him pulsing in her hand and mouth. Taste the salty proof of his arousal. She pressed him to the edge, a rhythm to the way her mouth worked with his body. Drawing him deep into her throat, urging him to thrust, she took him to the absolute edge.
“Zoe,” he hissed, with a slight jerk of his body.
In response, she drew back, still gripping him with her palm, but withdrawing the pleasure of her mouth. “It’s not time, yet,” she said, pushing to her feet and turning to walk toward the living room. Knowing he’d follow.
Chapter Nine
Zoe played the game of who’s on top better than anyone he’d ever known. Except him. A slow smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he watched her nicely rounded ass depart. She wasn’t the least bit shy about her nudity. Her confidence worked for her. It worked for him too.
But as much as Declan wanted her, he didn’t rush forward. Like a fine wine, a woman was meant to be savored and enjoyed. And there had never been a lady so worth enjoying. Besides, this was about more than sex. This was about getting inside her head. Past the barriers. For Zoe, that meant getting all hot and bothered.
Cock throbbing with need, Declan reached down and gave it a hard stroke. He waited a full minute after Zoe disappeared from view to start after her. With slow, predatory-type steps, he entered the living room. She sat in a wide cushioned chair with high arms. Waiting on him. The seductive look she cast in his direction saying she enjoyed forcing him to come to her. She thought she set the pace. Ah…but she had so much to learn. She needed to know the tide had turned. The control he’d allowed her had been a gift. One meant to earn him trust. Now, it was his turn.
As he closed the distance between them, wicked thoughts flashed through his mind. So many ways he could turn her position into pleasure. He stopped directly in front of her, but just out of reach. “Stand up,” he said, his voice low and authoritative.
Her brow inched upward, a hint of a smile on her sultry, full lips. “Why?”
“Stand up.” This time his voice was heavier with command.
“Make me,” she dared.
“Gladly.”
Before she could resist, Declan pulled her to her feet and kissed her. His cock slid between her legs and her warm, wet core called to him. But this moment wasn’t about
the primal joining of man and woman. True, there was a battle to be fought. One that couldn’t be soft and tender even if he wanted it to be. Not if he was to achieve his goal…her submission.
With long strokes of his tongue, he tasted her, his hands gliding over her smooth skin, absorbing her sweet little moan into his mouth. Feeling it in his body and somehow beyond. He wanted to make love to her. To lay Zoe down on the floor and gently show her what she did to him. But she wasn’t ready. She’d withdraw afterward. Instinct told him so.
Decision made, he broke their kiss and turned her to face forward. He pressed her hands to the arms of the chair and molded his form to hers, returning his pulsing shaft to the slick folds of her core. Loving the way her soft curves fit just right. Reaching between them he used his hand to guide his hard length back and forth, growling low in his throat at the warm wetness he found there. The readiness. God, how he wanted to sink deep and take her.
His mouth neared her ear. “Did you really think you could refuse?” He nipped her lobe. “You’re so wet you’re dripping. Say you want me.”
“No,” she whispered.
And so the war of wills began. She said no but her response defied the truth her body revealed. He could feel the yes in the way her legs were closing, trying to trap him inside the warm recesses of her core. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not now. Not yet.
He placed a solid palm on her ass, giving her a slight slap. She yelped but the sound turned to a moan as he slid his fingers along her sensitive flesh, dipping one inside her body. With slow, easy moves he inched deeper. “Say you want me.”