Page 101 of Into the Woods

She cleared her throat loudly. “Was there something you needed? Or did you just want to give me shit for my choice in books?”

I stepped into her space, following her as she walked backward until her ass hit the closed door of our bedroom. Then I caged her with my arms and leaned in to bury my face against her neck. A delicious shiver rippled through her.

“Rook and Bishop are gone for a few hours,” I murmured, lightly kissing under her jaw.

Her breath caught. “Uh huh.” Her small hands came up to clutch the hem of my shirt.

I drew back to look her in the eye. “So I thought I’d let you pick.”

Her gaze dropped to my lips. “Pick what?” she asked in a breathy tone that made my cock harden.

“Where I fuck you,” I answered, kissing one cheek. “How I fuck you.” I kissed the other cheek, then I pressed my mouth to hers. Her lips parted instantly, a surge of triumph hitting my veins like a bolt of electricity.

I kept my weight off her, my hands pressed to the door on either side of her head, as I devoured her mouth. My tongue stroked hers into submission before I turned the kiss softer, sweeter. I dragged the kiss out, sensing her impatience grow.

With an annoyed little huff, she wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to pull my body against hers. When I didn’t budge, she arched her back, brushing those full tits against my chest.

“Court…” She whimpered my name as I kissed her jaw and as much of her neck as the damn oversized hoodie gave me access to.

“Yeah?” I mumbled against her throat.

“Can— I want—” She kept cutting herself off, and I wasn’t sure if she was too shy to admit what she wanted, or if she was just as affected by my body as I was hers.

“Tell me.” I tried to cajole the answer from her, needing to hear her pretty mouth say dirty things.

“Me on top,” she blurted out, cheeks now stained bright red. “But first— First, I want—”

I cupped her face with my hand, keeping her eyes focused on mine. “Whatever you want, baby.”

She sucked in a breath, and I could see her rallying the courage to tell me. “I want to taste you first. I mean, can I?”

I thumbed her bottom lip, my dick ready to punch through my sweats. “Princess, you never need permission to suck my cock. Let’s just make that a rule, deal?”

Eyes bright, she smiled and nodded. “I think I like that deal, as long as turnabout's fair play.”

I snorted a laugh, and my hand left her face to slip between us and cup her pussy. “Fuck, yes. I can’t wait to wake you up with my tongue between your legs.”

She rocked her hips, pressing her hot center against my fingers. I teased her through the thin fabric of her leggings until her breath came in choppy, needy pants. Unable to hide my grin, I finally took her hand and walked backward to the couch. When my calves hit the fabric, I sank down, leaving her standing between my open knees.

Uncertainty flitted across her face, but it was quickly squashed by hunger as her gaze drifted from my face, down my chest, and landed at my groin. When her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips, I groaned and reached into my sweats to fist my cock before I came in my pants like a damn kid.

“Have you done this before?” I rasped, needing to know how much she could take of what I was desperate to give. The idea of fisting my hand in her hair and fucking her throat was too strong to deny, but I wouldn’t make the same mistake I had last night. I would go at her speed.

For now.

I planned on fucking this woman for the rest of our lives. Of making her mine in every primal way a man could mark his girl.

Becca gave me a shy look and shook her head slightly. She still looked uncertain, but determined. Like sucking my dick was her own personal Everest to conquer.

My chest swelled with the knowledge that I was getting another of her firsts. Clearing my throat, I forced my hands to my sides, then I said the words I’d been dying to say for fucking years. “On your knees, Becca.”

She fell to her knees before me like it was where she was always meant to be. Those pretty hazel eyes lifted to my groin, and she reached for the waistband of my sweats before pausing, her gaze flicking up to my eyes as she silently seemed to ask for permission to touch me.

I gave her a nod and wondered—not for the first time—if she was more submissive than she let on. Sure, she had an independent streak a mile wide, and while a lot of her hesitation in the bedroom could be due to inexperience, there was something in my gut telling me it was more.

I’d been to plenty of sex clubs in my life. I wasn’t a stranger to BDSM, but I’d never been invested in that lifestyle, mostly going when Linc had dragged me along with him. That was more his scene, but I had to admit, there was a part of me that wanted to dominate Becca. That needed to own her orgasms and cries, that wanted to show her a whole world of pleasure that she’d never known.

Watching as she tugged my pants down, I helped her only by lifting my hips. She wordlessly stripped off the sweats. I grinned as she swallowed hard, now eye level with my erect cock.

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