“But you said if I…” I trailed off, thinking of the times he promised me that all I had to do was ask him for it.
“Do you want me to fuck you that badly?” he purred, finding my cock again, teasing me as he ran his fingertips over my shaft. Tingles fluttered through me, and I caved, nodding as I spreading my legs instantly.
“Yes,” I replied quietly, my heart in my throat. “If you're as ready as I am.”
With my elbows propped under me, I could watch him as his knee dented the bed, and he climbed on.
I swallowed, scared to admit that I’d been waiting, too. Not the years he said he’d been, but to release the twisted need he'd fostered in me.
His grin was clear in his voice. “I'm itching to slide into you, but I won't hurt you when it's your first time.”
He nudged my thighs, asking me to open even further so he could kneel between my legs. My heart tremored as he edged forwards, leaning over me, and showed off the full stretch of his body.
The line from his neck to his thighs was so sexy that my throat bobbed as I swallowed my desire.
I wasn't sure if he was waiting for me to make the first move.
Until one hand crept up my body from my hip to my chest, and I remembered that I’d followed his instructions every nightfor weeks. That he’d essentially been training me and preparing me for him.
My nerves dissipated as I saw the desire splashed across his face.
“I’m going to make sure you’re good for me when I thrust inside you,” he said, and I groaned in reply.
His hand trailed over my shaft, pleasure trembling through me, his tanned skin standing out against the pink of my hard cock.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered as his other hand pressed into the duvet next to my shoulder.
“We don’t have to do anything, handsome. We can get dressed and go back out there and eat. We can talk like you wanted to and save this for when you’re ready.”
“But I—” I bit my lip. I wanted to try. I’d built up the confidence to come to his flat even though I still wasn’t sure if I could trust him.
“I won’t do anything to push you,” Dom said. “The only thing that matters to me is that you’re here. Whether we’re naked, or if we spend the night watching TV, all I want is to be close to you.”
“Yet, you’re still holding my cock,” I said with a half-smile.
His eyes flashed, and he stroked down to the base. I shuddered, a moan falling from me as he kissed me again, and I instantly went weak.
“I’m only going to let you go if you tell me to,” he hummed, his gaze piercing straight through me. “So I’ll keep playing youuntil you say so. And maybe I’ll explore other places, but only if you want it.”
I replied before I even knew I was speaking. “I want it,” I said on a breath. “Dom, I want you.”
He fell on me, kissing me as deeply as he had in the kitchen. I was defenceless against him, and I loved how he took charge. Pleasure burned through me as his tongue met mine, and he stayed clasped to my cock, stroking me so quickly I nearly burst.
I should have hated the fact that I was giving him control despite the way he betrayed me. But I trusted him to treat me well, at least.
“You look fucking fantastic like this,” he gasped as he broke the kiss, sweeping one hand down to my ass.
And he never stopped watching me. I could feel his need beating off of him, even more powerful than mine.
It was such a simple thing, but the second his fingers pressed against my ass, my hips buckled.
Dom let out a small sigh of appreciation as he circled me, and I was already letting go, letting him in. Three weeks ago, I would have shouted at myself for being an idiot, but his touch was such a relief that all I wanted was his skin on mine.
“Faster, Dom, please,” I begged him, the lightest strokes winding me up so much that one press against my ass had me close to the edge.
“No way, handsome. I’m not having you come as soon as I touch you,” Dom moaned. “Even when you feel so good.”
I lifted my hips up, offering him more of myself, and he smirked. I wanted to see the Dom that was always so sexy and suave lose it because of me.