Page 34 of Pretty Broken Promises

With his eyes still on me, I feel bold. I slowly start to strip off my clothes and am really grateful I chose to put on a sexy bra and underwear set. Ford groans and leans his head back. “You're killing me, Vixen. I know I said I'm capable of taking care of myself, but do you have to make sure that I'm going to have to?”

I prowl toward him without answering. When I reach the bed, I crawl over the top of him and he scoots further up the bed as if he's trying to keep some distance from me. Once he has nowhere else to go, he puts his hands on my hips to stop me. “Seriously, baby, I meant it, we can take this slow. This is not slow.”

“There's something I want to see.”

He gestures to his naked torso. “Clearly.”

I bite my lip and take a moment to appreciate him. “Mmmm, that, too. But no. When you hugged me earlier, I didn't freak out. And when we kissed?—”

“You mean when you kissed me?” he interrupts me.

“That's exactly what I mean. I kissed you, or at least I took over. What if—” I drag my index finger down the middle of his chest down to his navel and circle it around. Then I continue on and hook my finger under the waistband of his jeans and give them a little tug before I start to loosen the button.

“What if I was the one in control this time? I don't think I would be able to—” I lose my nerve and can't say the words.

He reaches up and pushes my hair out of my face, gently, tucking it behind my ear. “You don't think you would be able to give up the control, or you don't think you would be able to feel me on top of you?”

I worry my bottom lip, while I try and muster up the courage to answer him. “Both, I think. I don't know. I haven't tried anything since, you know.”

Ford lays back on my bed. “I'm all yours, Vixen. Do what you want with me.”

“I want you to take off your shoes and pants,” I tell him as I move off to the side.

I'm kneeling on the bed, as I watch him strip down to nothing except his boxer briefs. Statues should be jealous of this man. “You're still wearing too much. Lose the boxers.”

He cocks an eyebrow. He’s amused, but I can sense that he's holding himself back. The fact that he is holding back his nature, shows me how much I can trust him. I know his instinct is to throw me on the bed and control everything that happens between us. He's done it many times in the past. For him to give me this kind of power proves to me that he is all in with me.

I'm not sure if I'm ready to have sex. I just don't know how I would feel even his fingers slip inside of me, but I don't have any negative feelings associated with touching him. Just thinking about rubbing my hands all over him makes me tingle in a way I was afraid might have been stolen from me forever.

Ford stands at the side of the bed waiting for me to tell him what to do. I can't help but push his buttons a little bit. I crawl toward him. He tightens his fists as he fights to hold himself still. When I get to him, I rub my hands all over his chest down his abs, but short of grabbing his glorious and very erect cock.

The tip is weeping a little pre-cum. I let my hands slide down the deep V cut along his hips and dig my fingers into them, pulling him closer to me. Once he's right in front of me I lean forward and with my eyes locked on his, I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock. His whole body shudders in my hands, and one of his hands slips into my hair.

For a moment, I think he is losing his battle to give me control, but then he gently tugs on my hair to pull me away. “I can't believe I am stopping this, but you don’t have to. I mean it's fantastic. I'm definitely going to replay this later when I am handling this situation,” he gestures to his swollen erection, “but I don't want you to feel like you have to do this to make me happy.”

“Don't take this the wrong way, but this is kind of for me.”

His eyebrows knit together, and I see his Adam's apple bob up and down. “That’s a new one. You're telling me, that you're blowing me, for you?”

I nod in reply.

His eyes widen, and that sinful grin of his makes an appearance. “I'm here for you, baby. Whatever makes you happy.”

I purse my lips. “I still want to take it slow, but by slow I mean—” I flick my tongue through his slit tasting the evidence of his desire. “I’m going to take my time with you.” I move over and pat the spot on the bed he was lying on before.

He returns to the spot I direct him to, and I have to admit having him follow my orders gives me a rush. I can see why he likes this so much. I lean over him and blow in his ear. “You're being a really good boy for me.”

Ford growls, and I scrape my nails down his chest. He reaches above his head and grabs onto the headboard, probably to keep himself from grabbing me. His breathing picks up, lifting his magnificent chest up and down. I trace my finger around one dark-colored nipple. I crawl forward, purposely grinding my mound against his swollen cock.

He groans, but otherwise says nothing. I return my attention to his nipples, trading my finger for my tongue. Slowly, I repeat the same movement tracing the tip of my tongue around the hardening bud before I lightly pinch it between my teeth and pull.

His body jerks underneath me, and he arches his back. “You said slow, not torture.”

I nibble my way across his chest and repeat my attention to the other dusky nipple, giving it a little flick with my tongue while I stare up at him. “Use your words, Ford. What do you want?”

“Your mouth,” he says, panting.

“My mouth? Hmm, I've got a better idea.” I sit up and start rocking back and forth along his rigid length. The friction of him against my clit is sending jolts of electricity through my entire body. Initially, I thought maybe I would just enjoy touching him, but as long as I am the one in control, perhaps we can go further.

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