“Damn, you’re responsive.”
“Is that a good thing?” she asked, wanting to please him.
“It’s a very good thing.” He lay the cloth on the side of the bath. She nearly grabbed his hand and demanded he bring it back. But then she was glad she hadn’t as he cupped her mound with his hand.
With his other hand he played with her nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. He ran one finger along her folds to her clit then flicked it lightly.
Oh hell. Oh hell.
“Anyone ever played with these nipples but you?” he asked.
Her breath was coming in sharp pants. “My boyfriend in high school squeezed my boob. It hurt and I was bruised for weeks.”
“Asshole. These breasts need to be cherished. Worshipped. They should be licked and suckled often.” He arranged her so she was half-sitting, her breasts partly exposed. Leaning down, he wrapped his lips around her right nipple and started sucking.
She let out a cry and arched up. “Bear!”
She was in heaven. Her body on fire. She never wanted him to stop. But it wasn’t enough, she needed more. He strummed at her clit
“That…that…oh hell,” she gasped as he lightly licked across her nipple.
“I’m a boob guy. I make no apologies for it. And your breasts are fucking magnificent.”
“Not too small?”
“Nope. Perfect.” He kissed his way across to the other nipple, lapping at it. “Every morning, I would wake up and suck on them, teasing them. Then once I had you all hot and bothered, I might press you back on the bed, push your legs up and tease your little clit with my tongue. Or I might finger fuck you until you were screaming. Or maybe I’d just roll you onto your back and fuck you.”
“Oh God. You’re killing me here.”
“Good, because the feeling is mutual,” he told her. “I’ve been in pain thinking about touching you, tasting you. I didn’t want to scare you, though.”
“You don’t scare me, Bear. I feel so…so in need. Almost out of control. I haven’t ever felt like this when I’ve touched myself.”
“That’s good.”
“Can I touch you, though?” she asked on a gasp.
“Maybe later. Right now, this is about you.”
She took in a sharp breath. She wasn’t used to that.
“Don’t think, baby. Just feel.”
“I don’t know how to not think,” she told him. “I’m always thinking.”
“But you don’t have to think when I’m in charge, do you? When daddy is here, he does all the worrying.”
“Does that…but we’re not…I don’t feel little right now.”
“No, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still in charge. Would you trust me to take control? To make the commands? Could you obey me in the bedroom as well?”
She thought that through. “You’ll tell me what to do?”
“Yes. I’ll take charge of it all.”
“And you’ll like that?”
He gave her a small grin. “Baby, I’m just waiting for you to say yes.”