Page 103 of Over the Moon
“We can agree to disagree on this one. I can handle it. The question is, can you?” he asked.
“Well, I’m clearly nervous about it, which is why I’m talking it through. But I guess I am not always in control.” I arched a brow.
“Follow my lead. We’ve got this.” He reached up and wrapped one hand around the pull-up bar, all cocky and sure of himself.
“All right. Let’s test your theory, Hotshot.” I moved closer, licking my lips slowly. “Put your other hand on that bar, and don’t let go.”
“Not a problem.” He raised the other hand, gripping the bar with ease.
I ran my finger down his bare chest before stopping at the waistband of his shorts. He sucked in a breath as I moved my way around him, my finger tracing a line to his back and up to his shoulders.
“It must be so nice to always be in control,” I said, pushing up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear.
He chuckled, but the sound was slightly more strained than normal, so I knew I was getting to him. I came back around to his front side, tipping my head back and looking up at him.
“What are you up to, baby?” he asked, his voice gruff.
I dropped down on my knees, running my hands up his legs.
If you’d asked me three months ago if I’d ever have the confidence to do something like this with a man, I’d have laughed.
But I felt empowered and strong, knowing the way that I affected him.
This beautiful, sexy, incredible man.
“I think the question is, what are youup to, Clark?” I purred, as I tugged his shorts and briefs down in one swift move.
His dick sprang free, ready for a good time, as always.
His hand came down and stroked my head.
I snapped my eyes up to him. “Hands on the bar, Chadwick. You said you’re always in control, so we’re going to test that. You don’t get to touch me. I do all the touching.”
He sucked in a breath and nodded before wrapping his hand back around the bar. “Yes, ma’am.”
My fingers gripped his thick erection and stroked a few times as his legs flexed in response, and his breathing picked up.
“It’s all about control, right?” I said, my voice breathy as my tongue circled the tip of his dick, and he hissed out a breath. “Don’t let go of that bar, baby.”
My lips covered him, and I leaned down, going as far as I could without gagging.
“Fuck, Eloise,” he groaned.
“Oh, you like this?” I asked, tipping my head back and smiling up at him. His tongue slid along his bottom lip, and he nodded.
I gripped the bottom of his thick cock and stroked a few times as my mouth covered him once again, slowly at first. When he started panting and bucking into my mouth, I moved faster.
Over and over.
My hand was wrapped around his muscled thigh, and I could feel him flexing in response as I took him deeper.
Taunting and teasing.
Bringing him right to the edge before pulling back.
“Fuck. I’m close, baby,” His hand came over my head as a warning that he was about to lose control. I pushed it away and stayed right there.
He pumped into me once more.
