Page 24 of Dare to Love

He thrust upward, causing him to hit the back of her throat, and she gagged but managed to breathe through her nose and keep up with his sudden take-over. She shouldn’t be surprised, she thought as he began to pump into her mouth with a steady rhythm.

Deep, sexy sounds came from him and sent her body into a full state of arousal.

Unable to take it, she slid her free hand down to her clit and stroked her wet flesh, needing more pressure than she was able to give herself if she wanted to come. And she did, badly.

So did he, his thrusting getting harder and faster, and she wanted his release to happen in her mouth, to know she could cause this tightly controlled man to unravel. Her finger worked her clit harder.

Without warning, he reared up, grasped her beneath her arms and flipped her onto her back, looming over her. His hair was mussed, razor stubble added a rakish air to his face, and the effect was even more potent than when he came at her in businessman mode. And his damp, hot erection pulsed against her stomach.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a gruff voice.

“You don’t know? And here I thought you had so much more experience than me,” she said, feeling irreverent but also ready.

His eyes darkened. “Funny.”

“Let me finish.”

“Not if you make yourself come. Your orgasms belong to me.”

At his words, her nipples hardened, and moisture trickled between her thighs. She swallowed back a moan. “So what do you suggest?” she asked, unwilling to forgo her own pleasure just because he said so.

A grin passed his lips. Next thing she knew, he’d rolled her to her side while he flipped positions. He lay propped on one elbow, his face level with her needy sex while his erection protruded from his thighs, inches from her mouth.

“Oh God.” This position was so... intimate.

Without giving her time to think, he leaned in and licked her clit. She shuddered and arched her lower body toward him. As if reading her mind, he grasped her waist and buried his face between her thighs. His breath was warm, his tongue wicked and so talented as he began to tease her, tempt her, and make her feel like she was losing her mind.

It would be so easy to shut her eyes and just take, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She’d started this needing to dominate him in some way, and she intended to hang on to her sanity long enough to wrest some of his precious control away from him.

She held him, opened her mouth, and took his erection again, wrapping her lips tighter around him and pulling him deep, using as much suction as she could to work him into as much of a frenzy as he was doing to her.

He’d gone from lapping at her like she was the tastiest treat to teasing her clit, pressing hard, suckling the hard nub with tongue and teeth. She bucked against his mouth, and he clutched her hips in an almost brutal grip, holding her in place as his tongue slid inside her and mimicked actual sex.

He thrust his shaft into her mouth, over and over, and she moaned around his thickening erection. The sound had unintended results. He jerked, and he pumped himself into her willing mouth while she played him as best she could with her tongue and one free hand. He let out a long groan, and suddenly she understood just what she’d done to him as she felt the vibrations straight through her core.

The tremors triggered her sudden release, and her entire body caught fire as she came, shaking and moaning around his thickening shaft, her release imminent. He nipped at her clit, and she shattered completely at the same moment he came in her mouth, hot spurts seeping down her throat as she struggled to swallow and keep up with him—and with herself.

***

Holy shit. Ian had just had his mind—and body—blown by a sexy woman who knew her own mind and refused to roll over and let him have his way. She demanded her due. And he’d loved it. Just as he’d loved sleeping with her in his arms and waking up with her lips wrapped around his cock. He was falling for her in a way he’d never let himself before, and it scared the living daylights out of him. He didn’t like giving anyone power over him in any way. Most especially when it came to his emotions.

Do not overthink this, he warned himself. It was one night with a gorgeous woman.

He pulled himself up to the head of the bed and found her facedown sprawled across the bed. He brushed her hair from her face.

“I think I died and went to heaven,” she muttered without opening her eyes.

He burst out laughing, enjoying her immensely. “Happy to have taken you there.”

He took her in—gorgeous curls spilling over her back, her hips wide and generous, her ass perfectly round—and grinned at the sight.

“Come on, sweetness. Time to shower.”

“Can’t move.”

He headed for his bathroom and pulled out two towels, then turned on the shower so it would get hot before returning to the bed.

“Shower,” he said, more forcefully this time.