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“Quite accommodating.”

“For you, it seems I’m quite a lot of things.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

He backs me up until my knees hit a small bench. “Give me your hand? Turnabout is fair play, right?” he asks as he circles my wrist as I raise my arm.

I smile. “Of course.”

“Then, I think it’s your turn to touch me,” he says with a grin.

Guiding my fingers to his skin, he hisses with the first contact. “So good,” he whispers.

He lets go of my wrist, and I slowly stroke him from root to tip. Up and down, back and forth, my fingers graze lightly over him until I feel my own arousal building again. I lean forward and drag my tongue over the head, and he groans louder. His fingers still form a bracelet around my arm, and they squeeze twice like he’s trying to get my attention.

Looking up at him, I can see the pleasure there, plain as day. “What is it?” I ask.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Thank you for your permission,” I shoot back with a little sass. Softening my tone a little, I say, “I know. You’ve made it clear that I’m in charge here in more ways than one, but I want this. I want you. I want it all, or at least as much as you’ll give me.”

“I’m beginning to think I’d give you everything,” he whispers with a look that says his own words shocked him.

“I’d be okay with that.” I smile and wink before I wrap my lips around him and suck.

“Fuck.”

Chapter 20

Amelie

I can tell I’m fumbling my way through this, unsure and not quite doing it right, but Carter is so kind. He holds my hair back in a messy ponytail with one hand and guides me with the other along with his gentle words of direction.

“Yes, beautiful. Just like that.”

“Slow down a little bit.”

“Holy fuck, yes, that spot…right fucking there.”

It’s empowering. It makes me feel like I can rule the world from a position of submission, and I finally have a sliver of understanding of the concept of servitude in sexual relationships. It isn’t degradation (unless you’re into that) or humiliation (I don’t kink shame), at least not for me, for us, in this moment. It’s about giving pleasure in a selfless way.

Carter tugs on my hair, gently pulling my mouth from him, and I look up at him curiously. “What is it?”

“Your mouth is…holy shit, your mouth is phenomenal, but I really don’t want to come down your throat the first time you give me a blow job.”

“Oh. Well, yeah, that’s probably a little much for round one, huh?” I giggle and stand up, wrapping my arms around his waist. He bends for a kiss, and I open for him. His kisses are magical and drugging, and they make me feel like I’m floating.

“Can we shower for real before we go back into the bedroom? I feel like I’d be a little less self-conscious if I knew everything was squeaky clean, if you know what I mean.”

He smiles down at me and chuckles. “I completely understand. Here. Let me.”

Tilting my head back, he rotates it side to side and back and forth until all of my hair is wet enough to shampoo. He spears his fingers through my hair, and the tingles that skate down my spine are enough to make me weak in the knees. His touch is firm and insistent, and he scrubs my scalp in the best possible way.

“Were you a cosmetologist in another life?” I mumble.

He chuckles quietly. “No. I just really like taking care of people.”

“You’re doing a fantastic job, let me just tell you.” My smile is probably very crooked and silly, but he makes me feel so loose. It’s wonderful. I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed.

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