Page 57 of Harmless
I closed my fist in her hair at the back of her head. Just because I leaned submissive didn’t mean I was a passive little bitch. I took control in my own way.
“Eat your pussy until you come screaming my name. Fuck you hard until you come around my cock. Then let your sweet mouth take me until I come down your throat.” I brought my mouth to her ear, rolling my hips up so she could feel how hard she was making me. “Did I get all that right, paloma?”
“Y-yes,” she said on a shuddering breath, pupils blowing wide. “Good boy.”
I surged up from the chair, holding her legs straddled around me, then turned to face the comfortable seat we were just in. Locking our mouths in another kiss, I eased her back down into the chair until my knees hit the floor. Rori’s legs hugged around my ribs, holding me exactly where I wanted to be.
She melted into the chair from our kissing and petting, her body languid and fluid, giving me a soft place to land. I was getting used to the idea that Rori was a safe place for me, warm and comforting just as much as she was tough and protective. I only hoped I could provide the same kind of safety for her. It felt like a gift that she opened up to me about what happened in the basement.
“Santos…” She sighed out my name with a frustrated groan, arching her back to press the long length of her body against me.
“I’m getting there, paloma.” I nipped at her neck, kneading her thighs and calves on my journey down her legs.
Her shoes were those cumbersome biker boots with shoelaces a mile long, so I had to pull away to undo them. Turned out, plucking at those laces heightened the anticipation, much like unlacing a fancy corset would be. I’d rather be here every time, sitting on the floor, undressing the woman who owned me in the only way that mattered.
“I should tie you up with those laces.” Rori laughed as I pulled the last knot free with a flourish and slid the boot off her foot.
“Would you? Please?” I started on her other boot while her bare foot ran up my thigh, her cute little toes dragging over my waistband and zipper. Nothing would make me happier than being tied up for her to use me in any way she liked.
“I’ll think about it,” she purred coyly, running her foot up my stomach to my chest. “They’re certainly long enough.”
“Yeah, really. What’s up with you bikers and your hundred-yard shoelaces?”
A laugh bubbled out of her before she lifted her chin, arching one eyebrow down at me. “I thought you were undressing me, not making cheeky remarks.”
I didn’t bother to suppress the groan rising out of my throat. She was so fucking hot when she was bossy and deserved to know it. “Yes, paloma.” I kissed the ankle of her foot that had been exploring me which was now resting against my shoulder.
The moment her second boot came off, I reached for the waistband of her jeans. Rori lifted her hips and they slid down easily, along with her panties. Her legs came together to remove everything, and I split them wide again as soon as she was naked from the waist down. Stripteases were fun and all, but my woman gave me a specific command, and I was eager to follow through.
I grabbed Rori’s waist and pulled her forward, sliding her down the chair and bringing her knees over my shoulders. As tempting as it was to dive straight down to her core, I wanted to savor her. Ease my way into bliss so that it would taste that much sweeter.
She shivered when I kissed the inside of her thigh, legs coming in closer until I pulled them apart again.
“Sensitive here?” I made sure to run my stubble against her skin as I turned my head to give the same treatment to her other leg.
“You already know I am.” She reached down, scratching her nails deliciously over my buzzed hair. “You’re so good at pleasing. You don’t need me to tell you that.”
“You haven’t given me a test drive yet.” My kisses went lower, and I kept eye contact with her. If I looked down to the spot between her legs, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.
“Because you’re going slow and making me wait.” Her voice was playfully chiding as she curled her toes against my back.
“You didn’t tell me not to tease you.” An inch lower on each thigh. Her skin was so warm and smooth here, I couldn’t resist flicking my tongue out for a lick.
Rori squirmed in my hold, her hand on the verge of pressing my head down right to where she wanted me. “I’m gonna have to watch what I tell you. I didn’t know you’d be such a brat.”
“On that note, you should probably know I’m not into spanking as a punishment.”
“Mm-kay, noted,” she purred. “What would you prefer?”
“Smother me by sitting on my face.”
I slid my mouth over her pussy before she could answer, and whatever sexy retort she was going to say became a gasp and a throaty moan that filled the room. And the taste that filled my mouth was nothing short of ambrosia.
I licked a long stripe up the seam of her cunt, stopping just short of her clit. She’d get attention there soon enough, but I wanted to feast on her first. I thought kissing her mouth was good, but I never wanted to stop exploring her with my lips and tongue down here. She was sensitive and thrashing, bucking her hips into my face and clamping her thighs to my ears.
My hands came up and I spread her thighs out to the sides, holding her open so I could taste and see more of her. She loved it when I sealed my mouth over her and stroked my tongue through her entrance, then sucked on her lips as I pulled away for a breath.
Rori was panting now, whimpering and begging, her control temporarily gone while she was on the edge of release.
