He secretly likes being in control. He likes being able to push all her buttons, making her happy or moody with his words. He likes his power over her. The power to mention things and she makes them happen. He likes their talks and teaching her things. What he should know is that she likes it too. She likes when he is bossy and she wants to try it all with him. She loves it when he whispers nasty things in her ear. She blushes when he makes her want to touch herself. A fear she’ll hopefully conquer.
He comes to her and tells her to go to the other room and wait for him. She does and she is told while he locks up. He joins her and pulls her close, dances her in a circle while humming in her ear. He leans in and brushes her hair aside, kisses her right below her ear working his way up and down her neck. She can feel the goosebumps on her arms. He dances her over to the chair and sits her down. He kneels down, unfastens her jeans and shimmies them down her legs. He lifts one onto his shoulder and begins licking her thigh, slowly moving towards her smooth lips. His tongue dances over her pussy. He pulls her other leg over his shoulder and pulls her into him burying his tongue deep inside of her, lapping at her wetness. He pulls back, just a bit, spreads her lips apart and gently licks her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he slides a finger inside of her.