“How would you use me?” he murmurs. “Describe how.”
“Like this.” I look down at where our bodies meet. “I’d climb on top of you and take you inside me. Or maybe I’d torture you a little with my mouth first.” I haven’t done that yet, but the thought of going down on him excites me.
For the first time, it looks as if his self-control is slipping. “Hmm,” he says, closing his eyes for a moment. “You’d like that?”
“I would. I’d like to taste you, Marc. But obviously, I couldn’t let you come in my mouth because you need to come inside me. I’d tell you off if you let yourself climax.”
He opens his eyes again, his expression somewhat wry. “Would you now?”
“I would.” I’m getting in the swing of it. I love this. Love that he’s encouraging me to play. He really likes giving me pleasure. He wants me to come before him, so he can make sure I’ve enjoyed it. He wants me to accept that I’m entitled to my own pleasure, and that I can request it from him before he takes his from me.
“Show me how you’d use me,” he says.
I begin to thrust harder, and, somewhat shyly, I lift my other hand to my breast and tease the nipple. It’s weird to do this with a man watching, but his gaze is so hot it turns me on, and I pluck it harder as the fingers of my right hand slip through my folds. “Like this,” I whisper, knowing I’m not far from coming again.
“You’d fuck me,” he says. “Purely for your own enjoyment.”
He loves to shock me. “Yes. You’re just here to serve me.” I suck my bottom lip. “Mmm…”
“Aaahhh…” He’s struggling to stay calm now. “You feel so good.”
“I don’t care,” I tell him, “you’re going to wait.”
His lips curve up, even as he groans. “Yes, ma’am.”
Oh that’s hot. “Just… wait… until… I’m ready…” I close my eyes. Pleasure is building deep inside me. I can’t believe I’m doing this—using this man, taking him like this and concentrating only on my own desire. I tighten inside at the erotic thought, and then I come, clamping around him, my fingers stilling as the pulses take my breath away, five, six, seven times. It’s such a beautiful feeling, made all the more wonderful by the gorgeous guy spread beneath me.
When I eventually stop, I lean on his chest and gasp, looking into his eyes. “Mm,” I say.
He groans and moves his hips beneath me. “Can I come now, ma’am?”
I lick my lips and think about it for a moment. “Maybe. Have you been good?”
He blows out a breath and gives me a helpless look.
“I think I will make you come now,” I tell him as I start moving again, “because I want you to fill me up.”
He closes his eyes, his brow furrowing. “I’ll do my best.”
I bend and kiss him, dipping my tongue into his mouth. “Mmm… yes… come for me, I want to give you pleasure, I want to make you feel good…”
He lets go of the headboard and drops his arms to stroke down my back, then holds my hips for the final few thrusts before he buries himself deep inside me. I watch him, loving being able to see each spasm of pleasure on his face, and I capture his groans as I close my mouth over his and kiss him.
Oh God, I think that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done. This guy is going to drive me insane with lust. He’s trying to turn me into a nymphomaniac. I’m never going to be the same again.
Chapter Eighteen
Poppy
By six-thirty, we’re at the Golden Dragon, meeting the gang at the Ark for a Chinese meal. Hemi and Sally have brought their partners, and the eight of us order a set meal and a round of Tiger beer to go with it.
Marc sits beside me, and he’s quiet for a while, listening but not really joining in with the conversation. I glance at him, wondering whether it’s to do with what happened in the bedroom. He’d looked as if he was enjoying it, but maybe he’d expected me to act in a different way, and I’d surprised or upset him. I can never tell.
He smiles at me, though, and he nudges my knee with his beneath the table, so I think he’s okay.