Page 103 of The Invitation
“I’m never videoing this,” he says, guiding himself deeper down my throat. “This is just for me. No one gets to see you like this but me.”
I roll him around my mouth, letting my spit trickle down his length. Every sound coming from him causes me to get wetter. The thought of him splitting me open again makes me moan.
I take him deeper, pumping my fist—letting him guide me with his hands. He lifts his hips into my mouth, urging me to go faster, harder, until I feel his balls tighten.
My eyes water as he stops, and he refuses to let me move. His eyes squeeze shut as he pulls out of my mouth carefully.
“Dammit,” he says, heaving a breath. “You almost made me come.”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “That was the point. Thanks for stealing that from me.”
“Oh, no. You’re going to get it. I promise.”
“Can I have it now? Or is that too much to ask?”
He laughs, pulling me to my feet. “I’m glad to see you didn’t lose your moxie.”
“Me? Never.”
He kicks off his pants, takes my hand, and pulls me into his bedroom. Then he sits on the edge of the bed, leaving me standing in front of him.
“Can I ask a favor of you?” he asks.
I shrug. “Maybe. I can’t guarantee anything.”
He shakes his head, amused.
“Will this favor expedite you fucking me?” I ask.
“Yes, it will.”
“Then the odds are in your favor, champ.”
His eyes sparkle. “I want to sit here and watch you undress for me.”
I blink once. Then twice.
“Not in any sort of specific way,” he says. “Don’t look at me like I just asked you to strip for me or something.”
“You asked me to undress, which is the very definition of strip.”
“You know what I mean.”
I study him. “Why?”
He takes my hand and presses a simple kiss to my palm. The sweet, basic gesture hits me right in the heart. He doesn’t know it, but he could ask me to do anything right now and I’d do it.
Except anal. I’m not doing that.
“I just want to appreciate you,” he says softly. “I didn’t get to do this before.”
How do I say no to that?I grin, pulling the hem of my shirt slowly over my head.
“You’re very smooth at taking your charm and twisting it to fit your needs,” I say, tossing my shirt at him.
He snatches it out of the air and places it on the bed beside him.
His gaze is riveted to my face, then slides slowly—seductively—down my body. I’m examined as if he’s memorizing my curves and valleys. It’s as if he’s taking a photograph with his eyes.It’s incredibly empowering.
