Page 41 of Seduced in Ink
She squirmed, reached for him. He let her. He wasn’t going to restrain her, not really. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted her to touch him. Wanted her to lead the way. He just wanted to play. And he knew she did, as well.
When he tugged off her panties, she helped him by raising her butt. Immediately, he was between her legs, her pussy right in front of his face. But before he licked, he gently pressed an ice cube to her clit.
Her hips shot off the bed, and he moved back, laughing before he latched his mouth to her pussy, licking and sucking.
“Aaron!”
He kept licking, alternating between his mouth and the ice cube, to the point where he knew that she was going to come hard and fast.
But this was fun. As long as she was smiling and laughing with him, and probably groaning in frustration a bit, he’d continue to do this. Anything she wanted. That was why he was here, after all. Wasn’t it?
Because he would do anything for her.
He pushed those thoughts from his mind, afraid of the journey they’d take him on, and kept playing with her, alternating between the ice and the heat of his mouth.
When she came again, he lapped up her juices before leaning back and setting the bowl on the floor and tugging off his boxer briefs. He put his feet down and reached over to undo the napkin tied over her eyes.
She blinked up at him, her eyes dark with need, and licked her lips. Her gaze went straight to his dick, and he swore it twitched at the attention.
“Can you come closer?”
“If I do, I’m going to come in your mouth, and that’s not where I want to finish.”
She winked. “Just a little taste?”
“Well, how can I deny you?”
He put the condom that he had pulled out of his pants earlier on the pillow next to her head, and she gave it a nod before he kneeled in front of her face. She reached for him. The first touch of her soft hand on his dick almost made him come immediately, but he gritted his teeth and held back.
She pumped him a couple of times before she moved to her side and swallowed him whole.
He slid his hand through her hair, let his head fall back, and groaned.
“Dear God.”
She hummed on him, hollowing her mouth and throat so she could take him deeper, bobbing a bit, just enough to make him want to thrust. But he didn’t. He wanted her to be the one in control this time.
When his balls tightened, and he almost came, he pulled away, gasping, and reached for the condom.
“I need to be inside you.”
“Same. I need you.”
He retook her lips, then rolled the condom over his length before positioning them on the bed so he was on his back, and she hovered over him.
“Ride me.”
“Anything you want, Aaron. Although, I thought you were supposed to be the one taking control today.”
“We’re not in a book. It’s just you and me,” he said. “This is for you. You’re the one center stage. You get me?”
Some emotion crossed her face, and he was afraid that he had said the wrong thing. He didn’t know where the words had come from, but they were out there now, and there was no taking them back.
“I like that. And, yes, it’s just you and me.”
And then she sank onto him, and he was lost.
He gripped her hips with bruising intensity and forced himself not to thrust into her. She leaned forward, her breasts swinging above his face as she shook.