I refuse to play games or make him unsure of how much I want him. “You.”
His chest puffs. “You painted a pretty picture earlier, but now I want the real thing.”
I glow under his appreciative stare as I make my way between his legs, falling to my knees. Palms running the length of his thighs, I watch him, memorize him. His size is intimidating from this angle, with his hard length protruding upwards and begging for a release.
My thumb swipes over the head, gathering the bead of precum.
“Fuck.” Ryan’s head falls back to the chair behind him.
His moans and whimpers remind me that he hasn’t been touched in too long, and I’m the woman with the privilege to change that.
I’ll savor every moment.
I allow my hands to roam his thighs and stomach, appreciating every dip and curve of his muscular body. Ryan watches me with hooded eyes as he runs his hands over my hair, stroking it softly, before gathering it all in a single fist.
Finally, I run my fingers over his length. It’s hot and smooth, hard. Ryan groans from that alone. There’s no way he’s going to last long, and I don’t want him to. He shudders when I wrap my hand around him, and when my red nails can’t connect around his width, they’re practically a flashing warning sign that he's bigger than I’ve ever experienced.
“Look how good your hand looks around me, Ind.”
There’s no denying that. I love the way I look around him, and even more so, I love the way he’s watching, as if he needs to remember every moment.
Gently, I place a kiss on the head before licking him from base to tip.
“Oh, fuck,” he curses, and I can’t help but smile around him, sensing this controlled man on the brink of becoming unhinged. “Your tongue looks even better.”
My lips form a ring, taking him as deep as I can, sucking him all the way back up. His tip is already leaking, but I clean it up with a sweep of my tongue. Head bobbing, I stroke my lips down his shaft, swirling my tongue as I go.
His words are labored and raspy. “Eyes on me, Indy.”
Looking up, I find him staring at me with dark eyes and a ticking jaw, attempting to maintain some semblance of control. His hips are twitching, holding back from letting loose and fucking my mouth without restraint. Hand splayed on his thigh, I hold on for balance, sensing it’s coming soon.
“Goddamn,” he exhales. “I knew you were going to look so pretty on your knees, Blue.”
His praise has me moaning around him before sucking, twisting my hand around the base that can’t fit.
Ryan’s hands cup my cheeks. “You can take more.” He flexes his hips slightly, pushing more of himself into my mouth. “I know what you’re capable of. I had my fingers down your throat. Come on, Ind. You can do it.”
He’s bigger than I’ve seen, let alone had in my mouth, but with the way my body responds to him, it seems to be made for him, so I relax my jaw and take him further.
“There you go,” he praises. “That’s my girl.”
I preen at the phrase. Melt under it.
I love this kind of control. He’s a strong man, but weak for me.
Repositioning on my knees, I find just the right angle to grind myself against my heel.
“Yes, Indy. Make yourself feel good until I can take care of you. Just like that. Your mouth feels fucking incredible, baby.”
I flick my tongue on the underside of his crown, wanting to see this man’s control shatter.
Then it does when he fucks my mouth. Hard. All I can do is keep my eyes on him and let him use me in any way he needs.
“Blue,” he warns, ushering me off him, but I claw to hold on to his hips and stay.
I watch as he begins to unravel. This man, who I’ve only known as controlled and domineering, begins to fall apart around me. The realization that he can’t hold it together because of me has me pushing him further into my mouth, taking him as deep as I can.
“Goddamn, Indy.” His fingers curl into my hair, keeping me where I am.