Page 5 of Take Me, Sir

She gasped when I picked her up but didn't hesitate to wrap her arms and legs around me. I groaned as she rubbed against me, my erection pressing up against my zipper. A few more steps and then I was dropping her onto the bed. All that lovely hair spread out beneath her, her full breasts bouncing as she fell. And the only thing covering her was a damn thin scrap of dark silk.

I wanted to rip it away, free my cock, and drive into her until we both saw stars. But I wanted to taste her too. See if her pussy tasted as good as her mouth.

I dropped to my knees next to the bed and reached for her hips. I yanked her to the edge of the bed, then pulled off her panties, leaving her wonderfully naked. The hair between her legs was light and soft-looking. Her skin the perfect shade of pink.

“Such a pretty pussy.” I pulled her legs over my shoulders. “Shall I see how many times I can make you come in my mouth?”

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy that sounds with your accent?”

I chuckled. I'd had women comment on my accent before, but none of them said it quite like that. I didn't answer though. I was too busy leaning forward to run my tongue over her folds. She made a sound that I liked, so I did it again. Another great sound. Her skin was salty, but not unpleasant. I used my fingers to part her lips, and this time when I licked her, she let out what I could only call a wail.

Fuck me. I really liked that.

My new goal became seeing how many different sounds I could get her to make, and I immediately set about working toward it. I gripped her hips tight as I started to play with her clit, my tongue flicking across it before I started to suck, long even pulls that had her writhing. Her hands dug into my hair, nails scraping my scalp. Then she shouted my name – fuck that was hot – her back arching as she came.

There was one.

She wasn't faking, that was for sure. I could see and feel the orgasm going through her entire body. She was just that responsive, and it made me want to see how far I could push her.

So I did.

One climax rolled into another, and my name turned into a curse. And a few nonsense words that just made me try even harder. I wanted her completely senseless. Well, not too senseless to consent, because I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold back, but the nice sort of senseless.

“One more time, love,” I murmured against her soft skin.

“Can't.” The word was a whimper that made me close my eyes.

I used the same voice I used on my Subs, hardly aware of making a conscious decision to do it. “Yes, you can, love. Come on, Kyndall, let go. Come for me, and then I'll give you what you really want.”

I pushed two fingers inside her hot pussy, swearing as she gripped me tight. I curved them, pressing them against her g-spot as I wrung one more orgasm out of her. She didn't make a sound, but every muscle in her body tensed...then suddenly went limp, the only movement the harsh rise and fall of her chest.

My knees popped as I stood. I'd been down there longer than I planned, but seeing the blissed out expression on Kyndall's face was worth it. I licked my fingers clean as I allowed myself the luxury of visually devouring every glistening inch of her.

Then I started undressing, more than ready to feel her skin against mine. As I pulled a condom from the bedside table, I had a brief moment of wishing that I could take her bare. I'd never wanted that with anyone.

Sex, for me, was about control. Pleasure. Not intimacy. Never that. Not because it scared me, but because there was no one I wanted to know that well.

I pushed my thoughts aside and focused on the woman on the bed in front of me. I rolled on the condom, then moved to get Kyndall settled in a more comfortable position. She opened her eyes and smiled at me but didn't try to move on her own. The Dom in me preened, but I forced it down. That wasn't a part of tonight.

She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes dropping to my cock. She licked her lips. “Is that for me?”

I ran my hands up her legs as I positioned myself between them. “Every single inch.” She gasped as I started to slide in, and I swore, “Fuck, love, you're tight.”

“Not bugger?” She chuckled, and I swore again at the vibration around my cock.

“You do that again, and we're going to be done before I get started.”

She reached up and pushed my hair back from my face, a gesture that almost seemed too intimate for what we were doing. I eased forward, both of us moaning as we came together. She shouldn't have fit me so well, so perfectly, but she did. One leg hooked over my hip as I rocked into her, letting us both have a few moments to get used to the new sensation. She was slick and wet, and I could almost feel her body throbbing with need. I'd brought her over the edge so many times that I knew she'd be on a hair trigger, ready to go with very little friction.

Which was good, because I wasn't going to last as long as I normally could.

I covered her mouth with mine, needing her kiss as I moved inside her. Her nails dug into my back, hips rising to meet mine, every sensation pushing me toward release. When her teeth sunk into my bottom lip, the sharp edge of pain to my pleasure sent me over the edge.

Still, I pushed myself against her, determined to get her off one more time. Only after I felt her shudder beneath me did I let myself go completely, and for several blissful seconds, everything was perfect.

As we came down, I rolled off her and gave myself time to recover from one of the hardest orgasms I'd had in a long time. I found that I didn't mind having her there next to me, but I knew I'd have to do the awkward after-sex talk before she got too comfortable.

Before I could, however, she was moving up and off the bed. I watched with surprise as she picked up her panties.

“Just let me run to the bathroom, and then I'll show myself out.” She smiled at me. “Thanks for that, Dean.”

Okay, definitely not how I saw that going.

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