”I don’t think anyone could sleep with you pressed against them,” he says, but it sounds like he’s speaking through gritted teeth. Is he mad I’m in here? Surely if he wanted me to leave he would tell me or ask me to leave.
“Does that mean you didn’t sleep with me last night?”
“If you’re asking if I climbed into bed with you last night and wrapped myself around you the answer is no, that’s highly inappropriate.”
“You think I’m inappropriate?” I ask, grabbing on to his earlobe with my teeth and giving a little bite.
“I think you’re testing my control, Rebecca,” he breathes out, like a warning. The idea that I could do something to this man’s control only makes me want to do it more. I want to see his control splinter at my touch.
“Maybe that’s what I want. Maybe I want to see your control snap, and shatter all that perfection you hold onto so tightly. What would happen then?”
“I can promise that you don’t want me to lose my grip on it. You don’t want to know what I want to do to you, what I’ve wanted from you.”
“And what is it you want from me?”
“To keep you, and make you mine in every way.” His words set my body one fire. I feel my nipples go hard and I’m sure he can too with them pressed into his side.
“What if I want that too?” I question. The idea of being only his sparks a longing in me I thought I lost a long time ago. I can hear his breathing grow deeper, but he doesn’t respond.
I crawl on top of him, and I straddle his hips so I can look down at him. My eyes have adjusted more to the darkness. Only the moonlight, coming through the windows that run the length of the entire wall, illuminates the room. His eyes are closed tightly, as if he doesn’t want to look at me. He has to feel that I am almost naked. Both of our sexes only separated by underwear.
“You don’t want me?” I question, feeling a little uneasy that he hasn’t so much as touched me back, and now he isn’t looking at me.
“I want you more than my next breath, but sometimes the things you want most in life are the very things that can destroy you.”
The idea that I could destroy this man is laughable. No one has ever needed me in such a way. But the way the words are ripped from him, as if they’re almost painful, and it makes me want to ease his pain.
“Touch me,” I whisper as I start to work my hips, rubbing his cock against my panty-covered clit.
“No!” he growls, gripping the sheets tighter, as if they are rooting his hands to the bed.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” I moan, as I start to work myself against his hard cock. I cup my breasts and pull at my nipples. White-hot need grips me almost down to my soul. His name is on my lips when I moan, and his eyes fly open to lock with mine. Just for a moment part of his controlled mask falls. The sheer intensity behind it causes my undoing, and my orgasm hits me. It’s hard and fast and I can’t hold myself upright. I feel its intensity and collapse onto his solid, broad chest. Pleasure courses through my body, and all I can do is ride out the wave.
I feel my breathing start to even out, but his breathing is just as heavy as before. His chest moves up and down at a quick pace under my cheek, and I know he’s trying to hold on to his control. His cock jerks against my over-sensitized clit and it causes me to wiggle. He makes a pained sound low in his throat, but I can’t help how sensitive I am.
I barely hear his voice when he says, “You’re even more beautiful when you cum,” as if he didn’t mean to say it aloud. His words cause the sharp sting of tears to hit my eyes. I don’t think anyone has ever called me beautiful before.
“Wow, Vanilla, I think you just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“How about you keep not doing anything,” I respond and slowly start to slide down his body. I want another taste of him, but this time I want it to come from him. When I reach the waistband of his boxers I toy with them. I’ve seen cocks before, but never this close up. I touched him earlier, but now I’m going to get to really see him. Nervous excitement shoots through me at the thought.
“Do it,” he commands, making me snap my head up. We lock eyes and I give a little nod. This is the first time he has initiated anything. He still isn’t touching me, but I feel like I’ve won some little unspoken battle. I grab the band on his underwear, and I feel the slight shake of my hand as I slowly pull them down.
“Touch me,” he says while his fingers tighten on the sheets, making the muscles in his arms flex.
With a soft tug, his cock springs free, and I can’t help but stare for a moment. He’s so much bigger than I imagined. I lift my hand and slowly wrap it around his cock to caress the smooth skin. I cautiously bring him towards my mouth, unsure of what to do. The moment my tongue makes a wide circle around the tip of his cock, I get lost in the sensation.
“Fuck!” The word flies from his mouth, and I’m shocked he said it. Suddenly, I can feel the shift in him, and his intensity is brought to the surface.
“Suck it, my little Tinkerbell, take it all the way in your mouth.” The nickname surprises me, but I find myself blushing and enjoying it. The order is harsh around the term of endearment, his tight control cracking. I’m chipping away pieces of it as I suck his cock. He’s so silky smooth in my mouth that a moan of pure pleasure escapes me.