Page 62 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

I reach for her hand, lacing our fingers together. “What’s scary about it?”

She doesn’t answer right away. There’s a war raging inside of her and it’s etched across her face, the push and pull between telling me the truth and keeping me at a distance.

Finally, she lets out a shaky breath.

“I don’t like not being in control,” she admits, and I instantly know she’s telling the truth. And that makes me uncomfortable, because now I feel like I need to fix it.

I think about the way she needs to be in charge, the way she makes the first move, keeping me at arm’s length even when she’s pulling me close. I think about the way she studies me, analyzing me like she’s figuring out how to get inside my head without letting me into hers.

And I wonder what kind of past leaves a person needing controlthisdamn bad.

I squeeze her hand. “I’d never do anything you don’t want me to do.”

She nods, her face uncertain.

“But with that said, I think you would like it.” With my free hand, I cup her chin. “Let me make you feel good,” I murmur. “I’ll stop if you don’t like it, I promise.”

I kiss her jaw. “You’re safe with me.”

She swallows hard, still hesitating. I dip my head to kiss her right below her navel, earning a deep shudder.

“Come on, beautiful. Let me taste it.”

Her lips part, and I think she’s gonna say no, but finally, she nods. Just once.

I let go of her hand and kiss my way back down her body, my movements slow and careful. I don’t know exactly what I’m dealing with here, butscaredis a good motivator for me to take it very easy on her.

She sits up on her elbows, positioning herself to watch my movements. I don’t mind. In fact, I like this. Might make it easier for her. And I get to look into her eyes while I please her.

“You’re still in control,” I reassure. “The second you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

She nods.

Alright. Game on.

Gently, I push her knees apart, shocked when my eyes drop. She’s soaking wet. I kiss her softly, my eyes locked on her face. There’s no response, so I take that as a green light.

When my tongue makes contact, her fingers grip the sheets. I’m still watching. She’s still scared.

Her thighs are trembling in my hands, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

“I got you,” I mumble, my lips brushing her clit. “Relax, baby. You’re okay.”

She exhales a shaky stream of air. I wait, letting her set the pace.

She nods, and I move again.

I press my mouth to her, my tongue gliding slow and soft against her clit. Her folds. Her taint. She ain’t ready for me to eat her ass yet, but if this goes well, it’s next on my list.

She sighs.

My eyes flick up and meet hers. “I don’t know if you wanna hear this or not,” I say. “You taste good as fuck.”

A small smile appears.

“So damnsweet.”

I tighten my grip on her thighs, holding her open, but not restraining. Just keeping her steady, keeping her grounded. I trace a path along her folds, flicking my tongue lightly against her clit before sucking it into my mouth.

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