Page 117 of Only Mine
I step out of my pants, kicking off my briefs and allowing my cock to spring free.
Her mouth parts wider, her tongue wetting her lower lip.
“Want it?” I ask, my voice a rasp.
She nods, not taking her eyes off my dick.
I take myself in hand and stroke, slow, letting her see what she’s been yearning for.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please, Saint. Let me take you into my mouth.”
“That’s a start.” I bring the head of my cock to her lips, and she takes it, tongue swirling before I’m even all the way in. Her eyes flutter shut, and when I push deeper, she moans like it’s relief. She’s greedy, hungry, and I have to brace a hand on the counter to keep from buckling when she hollows her cheeks and sucks.
I grip her hair, guiding her pace, and she lets me. Christ, she wants me to control it, wants to be used and cherished at the same time. I hold her there, hips rolling, until the heat builds so fast I have to pull back or lose it right then.
She gasps for air, eyes hazy, mouth soaked. “Don’t stop.”
With a pained grunt, I let her take me again, slower this time. I grip the edge of the counter, refusing to touch her, refusing to give her the satisfaction of control. I want to see how far she’ll go before I can’t be the one who holds the power anymore.
Because this girl, this fragile, hopeful, brilliant woman, is determined to tame me.
Her hands slide up my thighs. She pulls me deeper and hums, the vibration short-circuiting my brain. Her eyes never leave mine. She’s daring me to flinch, to look away, to admit that I want her so badly I’d burn down the whole goddamn world just to keep her in this kitchen, on her knees, forever.
She pulls off, dragging her tongue along the underside, then whispers, “How am I doing?”
I can’t answer. I can only watch as she licks me again,slower this time, using her hand to stroke what her mouth can’t reach.
It’s too much. I clench the counter until my knuckles ache, then catch her chin in my hand and pull her off with a wet pop. She grins, flushed and triumphant, licking her lower lip as she kneels at my feet.
“Stand up,” I say.
She rises, the apron gaping at the sides to show every inch of pale skin.
I back her up against the marble island, gripping her waist so hard she gasps. The knot of the apron is a single tug away from coming loose, but I leave it for now, sliding my hand under the hem to palm her bare ass. My fingers find the heat between her legs, and she shudders, moaning into my mouth when I kiss her, deep and bruising.
“You’re dripping,” I say, letting my fingers slide through the slick mess she’s made of herself.
“For you,” she says, and the words are a dare.
I hike her onto the counter, shoving aside the risotto and the wine. The apron barely covers her, and I push it up, exposing her thighs, her pussy glistening and swollen.
I spread her legs wide, stepping between them, and slide two fingers inside her.
“You’re going to make a mess on my counter,” I say, working her open with slow, curling strokes.
She tries to grind down on my hand, but I hold her in place, thumb circling her clit in tight circles until she’s gasping, hands splayed behind her on the marble.
“You’re going to make me?—”
I clamp my hand around her thigh and fuck her with my fingers, slow and deep, until her head falls back and she whimpers. The sound is pure, unvarnished need. She grabs my wrist, needing something to anchor her, but I don’t slow.
She shatters, legs trembling around my waist, her whole body arching off the counter as she comes on my hand. Her eyes roll up, her mouth open, and I watch every second of it, greedy for the way her body gives in to me.
While she’s still pulsing around my fingers, I pull her forward, so the apron bunches at her ribs, and bury my cock inside her.
She’s so wet I slide in to the hilt without resistance. Heat, muscle, velvet—she clamps around me, body still quaking from her orgasm. Her eyes flutter, her lips part, and there’s a little catch in her throat as she tries to say my name and fails.
I fuck her slow at first, just to hear her gasp at the stretch, and then pick up the pace.
