Page 72 of Fear of Love
“The brunette. I wasn’t flirting with her. She wanted to thank me for letting her son on the team,” I continued.
A flicker of realization and relief crossed her face. I couldn’t bring myself to be upset at her for jumping to that conclusion, because honestly, seeing her jealously stirred something strange in me. I kind of liked it. No one has ever been jealous over me before.
Lydia was too proud to apologize and that was fine by me. I planned on making her come so many times tonight, those other guys wouldn’t even be a memory.
“You can flirt with whoever you want, but just remember,” I moved my knee upward, pressing it against her pussy as my hand came down to bracket her throat. Applying pressure, I leaned in. “I am the only person that knows how to make you come so hard your body gives out.”
I loved the look Lydia got when she was turned on. The way her green eyes got this glazed film, lids hooded as she stared at me. Her lips parted, cheeks a soft pink. She pressed her center down on my knee, clearly liking how it felt.
I needed her to come. I needed to remind her who owned her body. Brushing my lips against the shell of her ear, she shivered.
“Ride my knee,” I commanded in a whisper. “Keep those eyes on me,” I said when her eyes dipped to look at my leg. She met my gaze as she started to move her hips.
Lydia was used to being in control every hour of every day. But in moments like these, when she finally let go, there was nothing more intoxicating.
There wasn’t a more beautiful sight than Lydia pressed against the wall with my hand around her throat, grinding against my leg as she slowly came undone.
My dick strained against my zipper, begging to be let out, but it would have to wait. I wanted to watch Lydia come all over my knee and fingers before I fucked her.
“That’s my girl.” Using my thumb and middle finger, I squeezed the sides of her throat, hitting the correct spot to cut off just a little bit of airflow. Her pulse fluttered under my fingertips.
“There you go. Keep grinding that pussy on my knee.”
My own breathing picked up, watching her get off. I could feel her wetness soaking through my tan dress slacks. She brought her hands up to grip my forearm. The same one that was attached to the hand holding her neck.
My lips curled as I watched her lose complete control, hips grinding and swiveling as she rode my thigh. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth parted as she moaned. God, her moans were the best sounds I’d ever heard. They were my own little song, a melody created by her for me.
“Come for me,” I murmured.
It only took her a few more strokes on my thigh for her to let go, body shuddering, fingers digging into my forearms as I squeezed her throat, drawing out her orgasm.
When I felt her slump against the wall, I released her neck. I grabbed her waist and lifted her up, her legs automatically curling around my waist. As I carried her toward her bedroom, she kissed along my neck. Her teeth nipped at the skin, making me tighten my grip on the backs of her thighs.
As much as I wanted to sink my cock into her, I had other plans in mind. In the middle of her room, I gently placed her feet on the ground and took a step back.
“Strip.”
I loved the way her eyes darkened when I took control. She didn’t hesitate in reaching behind her to unzip her dress. The action shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.
With her eyes on me, Lydia eased the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She knew exactly what she was doing as she slowly dragged the fabric down her arms. My mouth watered as her dress dropped to her waist, baring her breasts.
Her nipples stiffened into peaks, making me want to suck and nibble on them. Her breasts were a perfect hand and mouthful. I had to clench my fists to stop myself from touching her.
With a teasing smirk, she wiggled the dress down her hips until it dropped to the floor. She was perfect.I couldn’t think of a sexier sight than Lydia standing in front of me wearing a pair of heels and a tiny black lace thong.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I knew she heard me as she ran her hands down her breasts, pinching her own nipples, before continuing downward to touch her pussy.
“Tease,” I said, jaw tense with restraint. She started to take off her heels, but I shook my head. “Uh uh. Those stay on.”
Lydia bit her lip as she straightened, fingers finding the sides of her thong. She gave me a look as if asking for permission. I nodded for her to continue. I watched with rapt attention as she pulled her thong down her long legs.
I was wrong. Lydia in front of me in only a pair of heels was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. From the moment I met her, I knew she was gorgeous, but goddamn, she was something else.
I didn’t recognize my voice or how deep it was when I said, “On your hands and knees.”
In one swift movement Lydia did as I asked. Keeping my hands to myself was going to be a lot harder than I thought. I moved to sit on the edge of her bed.
“Crawl.” Her hips swayed as she moved along the carpet toward me, her eyes locked with mine. The sight was almost enough to make me come in my pants. “You look beautiful when you crawl for me.”
