Page 35 of Sweet Surrender

Now, I could use words. There was no need to pretend we were anyone but who we were. It was a rush, a new level of excitement that compelled me to back her up against the door. She dropped her bag on the floor, her breaths quickening once I pinned her with my body, caging her in with an arm to either side.

“Why did you want me to come up here with you?” I whispered.

“I…” She licked her lips, and I drew a shaky breath while fighting the impulse to claim her then and there.

Not yet.

Not before we had an understanding. There wouldn’t be any confusion this time around.

“Don’t get all shy on me now. We both know you’re not this trembling, timid thing.” Lowering my head, my lips brushed her cheek. The back of her head touched the door as she sighed sweetly. “Tell me. What do you want? I want to hear it.”

It wasn’t that she had a problem admitting what she wanted. It was the fact that she wanted it from me. She couldn’t forgive herself for that or justify it after spending a decade hating me.

That was then. Too much had changed. We already knew how good we were together.

“Honestly?” Her voice was weak, breathy. “I was hoping we could talk.”

The funny part was I believed her. Still, I took her choice of words into account. “Is that what you’re hoping? Now? To talk?” My lips grazed her ear before I ran them down the side of her neck.

Her strained whimper made my dick jump.

“Eventually?” At least she was honest before turning her face toward mine, seeking my kiss. I gave it to her, groaning the way she did when it deepened instantly, our teeth clashing as she crushed her mouth against mine. Her hands ran up my chest, twisting my T-shirt like she wanted to tear it from me.

Fuck, this was different, but in the best way. This time, I knew who she was, and she knew me. I couldn’t have predicted how much that would add to the experience.

She groaned in frustration when I broke the kiss. Her nipples were hard enough that I felt them through her top and mine as I rubbed against them, her strained whimpers making my dick throb.

“Here’s how this is going to go.” Staring deep into her bottomless blue eyes, I grunted out, “You’re going to take me to your bedroom. You’re going to take off your clothes. You’re going to lie back on the bed so I can finally eat that pussy of yours.”

She shuddered, melting against me, but said nothing. It didn’t matter. I saw the color that flooded her cheeks, the desire swirling in those baby blues.

“And after you come on my tongue, you’re going to come on my cock. Are you on the pill?’ I asked before we went further.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. Now, if you understand these instructions, say yes, Sir.” Reaching between us, I cupped her hot mound through her linen slacks. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned out when I applied pressure.

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that because you’re already dying to come?”

Yes, it was better this way. I got to hear the tremor in her voice, how it went high-pitched and helpless. “I’m sure!”

“Good girl.” She stumbled a little when I backed away, but once she adjusted to my absence, she did as instructed, leading me through the living room, the kitchen, and past what looked like a home office. There would be time to look at it later.

I was more interested in staring at her ass, remembering the way it looked after I’d used the crop on it. What a shame I didn’t have any of those toys with me, but we could arrange that because this would happen again. We hadn’t really started yet, but I already knew that much.

Her room was large, with exposed brick and big windows overlooking the East River. What interested me more than the view was the four-poster bed, king-sized by the look of it. I instantly envisioned her writhing, wrists tied to two of the posts. Oh, yes, we would have a lot of fun here.

Now, I was on a mission. I needed to eat her while she moaned my name. My heart thudded against my ribs as she began stripping down, untying the drawstring of her pants and allowing them to pool around her ankles before pulling a thin sweater over her head. Her full tits dropped hypnotically once she unhooked her white lace bra and tossed it aside. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, already craving her rosy nipples.

Finally, she hooked her thumbs under her thong and lowered it, straightening up quickly and standing in front of me with her arms at her sides. There was no trying to hide herself, no crossing her hands in front of her bald pussy. She was mine, ripe and ready for the taking.

“On the bed. Lie back for me. Spread your legs wide.” With no darkness to hide behind, I welcomed the sight of her. I reached down to rub my aching bulge at the sight of her glistening pink folds once her parted thighs revealed them to me.

“So pretty,” I sighed, nearly salivating. “Touch yourself. Make sure you’re good and wet for me. I want to taste you.”

She was barely breathing, slowly sliding her hand down her stomach, and I realized I was holding my breath as her fingers inched closer to her center. When she first dragged a finger through her slit, I released the breath and opened my fly to free my stiff, aching cock.

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