Page 119 of Take My Hand

I bring one leg out and wrap it around both of his, then plant one of my hands on his right shoulder and push.

He wasn’t expecting me to do that or else I definitely wouldn’t have been able to get him flat on his back with me straddling his waist so easily.

“What do you think you are doing, butterfly?” he asks, tone teasing but there’s an edge of danger underlining it that brings goosebumps to my skin.

“You told me that control was something you needed from me when we have sex.”

He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Well, tonight, you felt out of control again. And I know everything inside of you right now must be screaming for you to take it again. And I will allow you to if that’s what you really need.”

His Adam’s apple bobs with a heavy swallow as his fingers dig into my hips.

“But through all the chaos tonight, you trusted me to take care of you. To get you somewhere safe and to be there by your side through it. And I was, wasn’t I?”

He nods.

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” he says.

“Then allow me just this once to show you that you don’t need control in order to set your mind free. That you can do it by putting your trust in me. I’m not asking you to change. Believe me, I love letting you take over and bossing me around in here,” I say, and he exhales in what sounds like a laugh but is strained. “But I’m just asking you to trust me to show you that you don’t need control in order to find that little bit of peace you're chasing. You can find it just with me.”

I lean over and kiss him, allowing him to think over what I said. If this isn’t what he needs right now, then I’ll gladly hand the reins over to him like usual and let him take it all.

But I also want to show him that just because we both like that dynamic, doesn’t mean he needs it every time to allow his mind to stop racing and to feel like he has some semblance of what he lost two years ago.

“Every time I’m on top, you control my hips and our pace,” I say against his mouth, cupping his face. I move my head down, lips grazing the cut of his jaw until I bite the tip of his ear. “Or whenever you’re on top of me, driving into me on the rhythm you set.”

He shivers as his hands reach around to my ass and squeeze.

“Or when I’m on my knees for you while you fuck my mouth how you want. I love the way you take what you want and give me exactly what I need.” I move down to his chest, running my hands up and down every inch as I kiss my way across the tattoos inked across his collar. “And now I want you to allow me to do the same for you.”

“Yes, I trust you. It’s your turn tonight.”

I sit up, staring down at him to read the truth on his face.

“Just don’t edge me. I can’t take it tonight,” he teases, bucking his hips and causing me to lose my balance. I slap my hands down on his chest to steady myself and smirk at him.

“I don’t have your same level of patience, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

I scoot between his legs, causing him to spread them to make room for me as I reach one hand up and stroke him. His jaw tightens as I swirl my finger over the tip, smearing the drop of wetness around.

“Hold still now,” I taunt him. “I didn’t bring proper restraints.”

The corner of his mouth turns up at the memory of the first time we were in a hotel room and he said those same exact words to me as he tied my hands with a spare bass strap.

“Like I would let you tie me up,” he says.

I stroke him again, watching his abs flex and knuckles tighten against the sheets and I know he’s just itching to grab my head and shove me onto him.

“Would you let me if I asked nicely?” In truth, I wouldn’t want to tie him up. I love the way he always needs to have his hands on me during sex, like he wants to map out every inch of my skin with his hands. But I like teasing him.

He pauses, actually thinking over my question.

“I wasn’t?—”

“It would depend on how nicely,” he says, the gravel in his voice scraping over my heated skin and sending a zap straight between my legs. “But I don’t think either of us would like that too much.”

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