His to Command

Thoughts of his big cock, gliding into her, filling her more than her fingers ever could, sent her hormones into overdrive. Within seconds she was leaning against the tiled wall, shuddering her release, while the shower water still poured over her.

* * *

As Kate walked into the kitchen, Matt looked her up and down and she’d knew he was assessing the fact that she wore the robe he’d left for her rather than the sweater and jeans.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Good morning. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll pour you a coffee. Breakfast is almost ready.”

He stood up to get the coffee, then returned to the table with the pot and filled her cup.

“About last night…,” Kate said as he sat down at the table. She knew Matt and she could tell he was going to try to push her away. She decided to address the issue head-on.

Matt raised his eyebrows.

“When you said you loved me, it threw us both off a little,” she continued. “But that doesn’t mean we have to end this week together.”

His gaze shot to hers.

“You were going to ask me to leave, right?” Her lips compressed. “The jeans and sweater you gave me to wear are far from sexy attire for a submissive.”

“I thought you’d want to leave.”

“Matt, you told me before we came here that you weren’t interested in rekindling the romance between us. I knew that coming here. I realize that last night we both got caught up in being together again. We remembered how we felt in the past.” She stared into his dark blue eyes. “But I realize that’s all it was.”

At least for him.

She stood up, and stepped toward him. “I don’t want to leave.” She stroked his hair, loving the feel of the waves under her fingertips. “I want to make this week work.”

He grasped her hand and held it. “Kate, if you’re hoping I’ll fall in love with you … if you think you’re in love with me…”

She shook her head. “I know that’s in the past. We won’t talk of love again, except to say”—she smiled and drew her hand from his, then leaned close and pressed her face near his ear, his dark hair caressing her cheek—“I love being with you.”

She untied her robe and let it fall open, then pushed the table back and stood in front of him. His gaze dropped to the narrow opening over her chest, locking on the visible swell of her breasts. She took his hand and guided it under the fabric, then pressed it to her naked breast.

Settling on his thighs, facing him, she stroked over the bulge in his jeans. “And I love having sex with you.”

Matt seemed thoroughly mesmerized by her words and actions. She tugged down the zipper of his jeans, then wrapped her fingers around his twitching cock.

“And I really love having your big cock inside me.” Her lips danced along his angular jawl

ine.

When she started to glide downward, he curled his fingers behind her head and cupped it, then drew her forward. His mouth matched with hers and he thrust his tongue into her depths. She opened, allowing him to possess her mouth. He stroked, caressing every surface. His tongue tangled with hers and they undulated together in a passionate rhythm. When he released her mouth, she gasped for air.

“Now, kneel down,” he demanded, slipping her hand from his cock.

She smiled and crouched down, gazing at his enormous cockhead peering out of his jeans, Matt’s hand firmly around it. He brushed the head against her lips and she opened. His cockhead glided into her. She wrapped her lips around him as the corona filled her mouth. She sucked on him, loving the feel of him filling her.

Slowly, he moved forward, pushing his cock inside her. She sucked and squeezed as he glided deeper. He filled her mouth and her throat.

He groaned. “God, you feel so good around me.”

She sighed at the delight of giving him pleasure.

He reached down to her face and stroked her cheek.

He thrust into her mouth, as if making love to her. In and out. Pleasure washed through her, then he groaned and jerked deep. Hot liquid flooded her. More and more. Filling her with heat, and lust for more.