Page 205 of Tell Me Something True

Smoothing her hands down his sides, her fingertips trailing across the bumps of his ribs, she brushed her mouth down his stomach. Pressed more of those licking, biting, sucking kisses along the ridges of his abdomen as she slid off his lap to kneel on the floor between his legs.

She hooked her fingers under the waistband of his jeans, her thumbs lightly, lightly rubbing along his erection on either side of his zipper, before she undid the button. Carefully pulled the zipper down.

“Lift your hips.”

He did, and she straightened, tugging his jeans down, then stepping back so she could take them off. Tossing them aside, she once more straddled him, this time settling her weight closer to his knees. And… fuck. She was wet, her juices covering her inner thighs. Coating the tops of his legs.

He wasn’t the only one enjoying this new power dynamic between them.

He shifted his leg inward. Just a little bit, maybe half an inch. Enough to encourage her to press that sopping pussy against him. To ride his thigh, spread her slickness over him and come apart.

But Tabitha had a hell of a lot more willpower than he did—or else she was just way more invested in taking care of him—because she lifted up to her knees once again.

Taking his cock in her hand, she gave him a long, slow stroke that had his breath hissing out.

“I’m safe. I haven’t been with anyone else since the last time I was tested.” She hesitated, bit her lower lip as she sent him a look from beneath her lashes. “I haven’t been with any other man in over a year.”

With her soft, warm hand working him that way, it took him a moment to figure out what she was saying. Why she was saying it.

And when he did, his mind blanked, his hips thrusting up so fast, so hard, he almost knocked her right off his lap.

Balancing herself with her free hand on his upper thigh, she smiled at him, all feminine confidence.

“You like that idea?” she murmured, back to those agonizingly slow strokes of his cock. “You want to be inside of me with nothing between us?”

He nodded, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his breathing fast and choppy.

But it wasn’t enough for his little power-hungry queen.

She squeezed his dick.

Hard.

Yet another thing he hadn’t realized he liked, until she was the one doing it.

“Yes,” he gasped, struggling now to keep his hips still instead of fucking her hand the way he wanted to. He was so close already, so on edge, he was afraid if he moved, he’d explode.

Her grin widened, as if she knew his struggle.

And reveled in it.

“I want that, too,” she admitted, then she set her free hand on his shoulder and leaned forward, her hips lifting. Brushed the head of his cock against the incredibly soft, slick skin of her inner thigh.

“Take my shirt off,” he blurted, wanting her naked, her tits pressed against his chest.

She froze, her hand still circling his cock, her eyebrows raising at his audacity at not only breaking her rules, but making a demand of his own.

“No. I’m going to keep it on. I like that it smells like you. And I really like how wearing it makes me feel like I’m yours.”

His.

His fingers tightened on the back of the sofa. Possessiveness and pride that she was with him, that she wanted him, coursed through him.

“Say it again,” he demanded, knowing he was pushing his luck after he’d promised to stay silent.

But she took pity on him, a benevolent queen after all.

“I’m yours,” she told him, simple and true. Leaning down, she kissed him. Kept her forehead pressed against his while she lifted her hips. Rubbed the head of his cock back and forth between her slick folds. “I’m yours,” she repeated, notching the head of his cock to her center. “I’m yours.”

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