Page 62 of Aim Assist

She wants me to take charge. To take what we both want. To go farther, to push her past that comfort zone of hers.

She's used to being the one in charge. Used to having the energy in a relationship.

I've changed things up.

And now she's ready to run, when she isn't wet and wanting beneath my hands.

So I'm going to let her be in control.

Her breath tickles my ear as she leans in close, whispering another guess. "DeathSlayer. The one with like eighty-five X's in his name."

I can't help but chuckle. "Wrong again, angel." Her knee's rubbing against my cock, but I keep my eyes on hers through the teasing.

It's amazing how good it feels when she's on the other end.

"Hmm..." Her fingers dance across my shoulders, up my neck, threading into my hair. "YOLOSwagMonster?"

A full-bellied laugh escapes me. "Definitely not. Keep guessing though. I'm enjoying this little game."

She huffs, her warm breath fanning across my jaw. "You're impossible." But there's a playful lilt to her voice that goes straight to my dick, making it stand up and take notice.

Oh, yeah.

"I prefer mysterious." I turn my head slightly, my nose brushing against her temple. Her scent is intoxicating, something dark and sexy with those little vanilla notes that women love.

I can't blame them. I do, too.

"Fine, keep your secrets." Her fingers tighten in my hair as she pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. Those emerald eyes sparkle with mischief. "I'll figure you out eventually, Liam Taylor."

The way my name rolls off her tongue, like a prayer and a curse all at once, it sets my blood on fire. I want to hear her scream it in ecstasy, whisper it in the dark, moan it against my skin.

"I look forward to it," I murmur, my voice rough with desire.

She glances over my head, checking how many people are around.

It's dark now. We're nothing but shadows.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, tugging my head back until all I see are stars glittering in the darkened sky. I keep my hands on her ribs, feeling each breath she takes, letting her control the moment.

Amy's lips graze my throat, trailing kisses that send shivers down my spine. Her fingertips dance along my Adam's apple, teasing and tantalizing. I swallow hard, and she chuckles.

"Have you ever been in my chat channel?" she murmurs against my skin, her voice low and sultry.

"No." The word is almost strangled with the need I force under control. It's the truth. But I'll be in there every moment I can manage from here on.

She hums, nipping at my jaw. "Pity. You might have learned a thing or two. So, you aren't my fan."

I chuckle, the sound turning into a groan as she rocks her knee against me. "I think I'm learning plenty right now. And I'd argue that I'm a top fan." I palm the bottom of her breasts, enjoying the heavy weight.

This is supposed to go at her pace, but I can't help it.

They're right there, and my hands ache with the need to touch her. To give her pleasure. To elicit her little moans and whimpers.

But like a good man, I keep my face to the sky, letting her do as she pleases. Without sight, I have to use memory to slide my fingers along her breasts, hunting for the edge of her neckline. She hums a soft, approving sound when I find it, arching toward me.

Yanking her neckline down, I free one, then the other, from the torturous restraints of her bra. By the feel, they're lacy little things. Sexy.

Her knee retreats, and my dick is lonely without the warmth of her shoved against it. But then I can feel her moving, shuffling around until her knees squeeze between me and the chair.

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