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“We could come here more often,” she says softly, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. “If you wanted to, I mean.”
I lean in, pressing my forehead against hers. “I want to,” I breathe. “Francesca, I want to show you everything. I want to wake up with you here, watch the sunrise over the lake. Take youout on the boat, teach you to fish. Show you all the secret spots I've found over the years.”
The words pour out of me, a flood of desires I didn't even know I had until this moment. I can see it all so well.
Her eyes widen, mischief in their depths. Before I can react, she's moving, quick and graceful as a cat. In one fluid motion, she turns and straddles my lap, her thighs bracketing my hips.
“Francesca, what—” I start, but the words die in my throat as she grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head against the back of the couch. Her grip is surprisingly strong, and the shock of it sends a jolt straight to my dick.
“Shh,” she whispers, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “My turn to be in charge.”
Well, I've never seen this side of her before. The confidence radiating off her in waves almost makes me drunk. I could break her hold easily, but I don't want to. I want to see where she'll take this.
Francesca leans in, her breath hot against my ear. “Is this okay?” she murmurs, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. She pulls back, searching my face for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, she closes the distance between us, capturing my lips in a kiss.
It's not like our usual kisses, where I take the lead, guiding and coaxing. She nips at my bottom lip, then soothes the sting with her tongue. I groan, straining against her hold, desperate to touch her.
“Ah ah,” she chides, tightening her grip on my wrists. “No touching. Not until I say so.”
The order sends a shiver down my spine. I've always been the one in control, the one calling the shots. But this? This is fucking new and exhilarating.
Francesca rolls her hips, grinding down against me, and I hiss through clenched teeth. She's so warm, so perfect in my lap. I can feel her heat through the thin fabric of her leggings, and it's driving me wild.
“You like this, don't you?” she purrs, trailing kisses along my jaw. “Big, bad Alexander Steele, at my mercy.”
I growl low in my throat, fighting the urge to flip us over and take control.
“Answer me,” she demands, tugging lightly on my hair.
“Yes,” I grit out, my voice rough with need. “Fuck, Francesca, you have no idea what you do to me.”
She smirks, clearly pleased with herself. “Oh, I think I have some idea,” she says, grinding down again, making me groan. “I can feel exactly what I do to you, Alexander.”
Chapter 18
Francesca
I'm buzzing, high on the thrill of power. Alexander's eyes are full of lust, his chest heaving beneath me. I can feel him, hard and straining against his jeans, and knowing I did that to him sends a fresh wave of desire through me.
I start to pull away, ready for him to take charge like he always does. But his voice, low and gravelly, stops me cold.
“No,” he growls. “Keep going. Follow through with what you started.”
My heart pounds so hard I swear he must hear it. I hesitate, suddenly unsure. But then Alexander's hips buck up, grinding against me, and all coherent thought flies out the window.
“Sit on my face,” he demands, his voice rough with need. “Let me eat that wet pussy.”
The crudeness of his words makes me clench with want. I scramble off his lap, hands shaking as I shimmy out of my leggings and panties.
Alexander's eyes are glued to me, watching hungrily as I straddle his face. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me down onto his waiting mouth. The first swipe of his tongue has me crying out, gripping the back of the couch for support.
He devours me like a starving man, licking and sucking with a single-minded focus. I grind down against his face, chasing the pleasure building low in my belly. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my inner thighs, the slight prickles of pain only heightening every sensation.
I'm lost in a haze of pleasure, my hips moving of their own accord as I grind down on Alexander's face. His tongue is relentless, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of release.
Suddenly, a wicked impulse seizes me. Before I can second-guess myself, the words tumble out.
