Page 26 of Come Around
His eyes go dark, pupils dilating as he watches me work at his jeans. “Baby, you don’t have to do this.”
"I want to." I mean every word. "You've been taking care of me all week. Let me take care of you."
His hands tangle in my hair as I free him from his jeans, his length springing forward. I've never done this before, butthe desire to please him, to give him the same overwhelming pleasure he's given me, overrides my inexperience.
"Fuck, Kitten," he groans as I wrap my fingers around him. "You're going to kill me."
I look up at him through my lashes, loving the way his jaw clenches with restraint.
"Tell me what you like. Show me how to make you feel good."
His grip in my hair tightens. "Just like that. Use your tongue first, get me wet."
I follow his guidance, exploring him with tentative licks and kisses. The taste of him is intoxicating, masculine and clean. His breathing grows ragged as I grow bolder, taking more of him into my mouth.
"That's it, baby," he rasps. "Just like that."
The praise sends heat flooding through me. I want to be perfect for him. I want to drive him as crazy as he drives me. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, reveling in the way his hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"Christ, your mouth," he pants, one hand braced against the wall behind me. "So fucking good, Sami. You're a natural."
I can feel him getting closer, his control fraying with each movement of my mouth. The power is intoxicating. This strong, commanding man falling apart because of what I'm doing to him.
"I'm close," he warns, tugging gently at my hair. "You should?—"
But I don't pull away. I want to take everything he has to give me.
When he comes with a harsh groan of my name, I swallow every drop, pride surging through me at the shattered look on his face.
He pulls me to my feet immediately, his mouth finding mine in a bruising kiss.
“On the bed.” He murmurs against my lips. “Hands and knees.”
I comply without hesitation, positioning myself as instructed. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but the look in his eyes as he climbs onto the bed behind me makes me feel powerful, too. Like I’m the most desirable creature he’s ever seen.
His hand smooths down my spine. “Do you know what it means that you played for me?”
I shake my head, words failing me again.
“It means you’re mine. Completely mine.” His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back gently. “Your talent, your passion, your body, your future. All mine to protect. Mine to nurture. Mine to pleasure.”
The possession in his voice should frighten me. Instead, it makes me ache with need.
“Yes,” I breathe, pushing back against him.
I feel him position himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. “Tell me you’re mine, Sami.”
“I’m yours.” The words come easily now, truthfully. “All yours, Axel.”
He pushes into me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him.
“Mine,” he growls, beginning to move. Each thrust is harder, deeper than anything we’ve shared before. “You played your music for me because you know it too. Know you belong to me.”
“Yes,” I gasp, dropping to my elbows as the new angle makes him hit something deep inside me that sends sparks shooting up my spine. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
His pace increases, one hand gripping my hip while the other stays tangled in my hair.
“I’m going to make all your dreams come true, Sami. Your music, your career, everything. Going to take care of you. Goingto make you so fucking happy you never even think about leaving.”
