I stood in front of her. Eyes locked. Silent. She stood firm. Arms to the side. Motionless. I reached up. Brushing her lips with my fingertips. She smiled. I pressed my body against hers. “Ready?” I whispered under my breath as I planted my lips on hers. I grabbed her wrists. Kissing her. Deeply. Passionately. Her eyes shut. Feeling the possessiveness in my kisses. Her legs weakened. She followed my lead. Loving the way my mouth took hers. My grip on her wrists tightened. Her heart raced . A barely audible “yes” whispered into my mouth. I squeezed tighter. “Speak up,” I growled. She opened her eyes. Locked them onto mine. “I’m ready, Sir.” I reached down between her legs. I felt it. Warm. Wet. Her lust. Desire. Need. She parted her legs. Slightly. Inviting me in. One finger. Two. Pushing deeper and deeper into her. Her legs trembled. “Don’t,” I commanded. Shaking my head. A little hitch in her breathing as I slid my fingers out and into her mouth. It was a familiar taste. One that we both loved. The taste of surrender.
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