Page 120 of Dirty Husband
"I want to feel you." I look up at him. "I want to wrap my hands around you. Pump you. Take you into my mouth."
His fingers dig into my scalp. "You want to suck me off?"
"Yes, sir." I study his expression. Try to find what he wants. I can't. But that promise, that dare he made… It still sets me on fire. "Please." I arch my back, letting my robe fall off my shoulders. "Please, Shep. Fuck my mouth. Come on me."
His grip tightens.
"I want your cock. I want your cum. I want you. Everything I can get."
Then tighter.
Until I have to moan. "Fuck."
"You don't set the terms." His voice is a growl. "I set the terms."
"Yes, sir. But you did ask."
He almost smiles. "I did."
"I wanted to provide a thorough answer."
"Clever." He draws one more circle around my nipple then he drags his hand back up my neck, over my chin, along my bottom lip. He slips his thumb into my mouth. Nodsyes.
I suck on his digit. It's strange, how much I want to suck on his thumb. How good it tastes. How desperate I am for more.
I've always considered myself a generous lover. But I've never craved a man's cock. I've never been desperate to get my lips around him.
"Good girl." He pulls his thumb back. Then he takes a step backward. Just enough to give me room. "On your knees."
I slide off the bed.
"Keep the robe on." He pulls it up my arms, drapes it over my shoulders. "I like you half-undressed."
I nod.
"Next time, I'll have you like that in public."
Fuck.
"Take you to a restaurant with a secluded balcony. Pull your dress aside. Play with your tits until you beg to climb in my lap."
Climbing in his lap, looking into his eyes, being that close—hell yes. I want it so much it scares me.
But he can't promise that. He's very explicitly not promising that. So I'm not going to ask.
This is all he can offer me.
And, right now, this is all I want.
I adjust my robe so it's just barely revealing my breasts. "Yes, sir." I look up at him. "I would like to be on display for you. I would like to be your plaything."
His pupils dilate. Right now, I'm the one who has him where I want him. I'm the one making him react.
Then he knots his hand in my hair and tugs hard enough I forget about making him do anything.
He's the one in control.
I'm the one following his demands.
