Page 106 of Provocation
'Can I touch you?' she asks a little hesitantly, and I nod.
She steps forward and strokes me delicately with her fingertips. I shudder at how amazing even that feels.
And then, to my everlasting shock, she gets on her knees in front of me.
'Daisy, no,' I say, my eyes widening, but she grasps me with both hands and tugs on me gently, bringing me to her mouth, where she puts her lips over my tip delicately like she’s sucking the nectar out of a honeysuckle flower.
'Fuck,' I grind out. 'I could literally come right now, just from this.'
The look she gives me is impish as she does it again, watching my reaction. This time she puts the head all the way inside her mouth and looks surprised at how it feels.
'You're very big,' she murmurs, and I wince.
'Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.’
‘Sorry?’ she asks, tilting her head to the side. ‘Why?’
‘Because it’s…’ I look away, feeling self-conscious. ‘It’s too big.’
She gets back on her feet and I’m afraid she’s finished, that she’s decided she doesn’t want this after all, but she stands over me and nudges my shoulder, so that I lay back on the bed. All thoughts stutter to a halt as she straddles me and lets megraze her between her legs, undulating her hips and letting out a pleased hum when I hit her in just the right spot.
'You're perfect, you know,' I whisper.
'So are you,' she says. 'I think this is just what I need. This with you today.'
And with that, she begins. She lines herself up and sinks down. Her breath catches and she gasps.
'Slowly,' I say, catching her around the waist, so she can’t move down too far and hurt herself.
It's been a few hours since I had my fist inside of her, but she doesn't seem to want to wait. She sinks down as low as I’ll let her go, her fingernails digging into my chest as she stretches back, arching her spine.
'I feel full already,' she whispers, and then looks down between us. 'And you're nowhere near inside me all the way.'
'You don't have to—' I begin, but she puts a finger to my lips and hushes me, giving me a warning look.
‘Let me go,’ she whispers, batting at my hands, the safety net encircling her waist.
I make my hands leave her body, putting them up in placation.
‘Put them on the pillow by your head,' she orders. 'No touching.'
And I realize thatthisis what she needs right now after whatever happened today. Control.
So, my eyes not leaving hers, I grasp my wrists, and I put them over my head on the pillow.
'As you command,' I say with a grin.
She lets out a breath and moves off me a little before sinking again, taking me a little bit more. She keeps doing this, moving up and down, little by little, her fingers running up and down my body, feeling my muscles.
'I love that everything about your body is rock hard.' she murmurs. ‘It’s so…’
Her words peter out as she leans forward and licks one of my nipples.
'Do you like that?' she asks. 'Does it feel like it feels when you do it to me?'
I open my mouth in invitation, and she eases forward, letting one of her breasts drop past my lips. I suck on the tip gently, and she lets out a low moan.
I ache to touch her, to run my hands down her back and pull her to me, but I don't.
