Page 12 of Breath By Breath

“Hmmm.” I tap my index finger against my chin. “Maybe I could try to make it better?” I take a step closer. “Oh, but I’m not naked yet.” I bite down on the inside of my cheek when his breathing accelerates. I stop just a few feet before him, just out of arm's length.

Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and make a slow production of peeling down one strap, then the other, before letting it fall to my feet.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.

“Mr. Riggins, I think you should sit down.” I nod toward the couch. He steps toward me and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me from the floor. I squeal, holding on around his neck as he carries us to the couch. He slowly lowers me to the cushioned seat and hovers over me. “My show,” I remind him.

“Do your worst.” He stands and holds his arms out at his sides.

“Can you maintain that pose?” I ask him, sitting up and licking my lips. Reaching out, I fist his hard cock, and he moans. “Can you stand with your arms at your sides and let me have my fun?”

I peer up at him in time to see his throat bob as he swallows. “I can try,” he grits out as I tighten my grip with each stroke.

“What about if I do this?” Leaning forward, I run my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting him.

His arms start to drop, but he quickly lifts them back in the air out to his sides. I pull away and smirk up at him. “I don’t care where you put your hands, but you can’t touch me.”

“Lena,” he groans, and I can feel the wet heat pool between my thighs.

“Those are the rules.”

“I’m supposed to be making love to you.” His voice is soft, but there’s still a layer of underlying lust in his tone.

Lifting my hand, I gaze at my engagement ring. “I know you love me, Stanley.”

“More than anything,” he’s quick to reply.

“Tonight will be one that I’ll always remember. The night you asked me to be yours forever. I want it to be memorable for you too.”

“It is. You said yes, baby. What could be more memorable than that?”

I smirk. “I’ll show you.”

His eyes soften, and my heart swells. This man, he swooped in and stole my heart when I least expected him, and now, I can’t imagine my life without him.

“I love you.” My voice cracks with my overwhelming love for him. It’s large and loud, and it’s everything I never knew that I needed.

“Lena, I love you too.” He reaches for me but stops before his hand touches my face. “This is going to be difficult.”

I smile up at him. “It’s going to be fun.” To prove my point, I take him into my mouth. I don’t stop until his length hits the back of my throat.

“Son-of-a…” His voice trails off when I let him fall from my lips.

“Something wrong?”

“Let me touch you.”

I stand and nod toward the couch. “Sit.” He does as I ask, immediately falling to the cushion and peering up at me with hooded eyes. As I reach for a pillow for my knees, he grabs a hold of it, stopping me.

“I’m not coming down your throat, Lena. Not tonight.”

I nod, release my grip on the pillow, and straddle his hips on the couch. His hands hover at my waist, but he doesn’t touch me.

“This is so much better,” I say, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I rock my hips. My core rubs over his hard cock, and this time, we both moan in anticipation.

“Let me touch you.”

“I’m touching you,” I counter, and he groans. “What if I do this?” Reaching between us, I grip his cock and lift up on my knees. I position him at my entrance and slowly slide down until he’s buried deep inside me. “How’s that?” I ask, my voice breathless.

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