“Touch those beautiful tits for me, sexy.”
I lift my hand and lower it again, shy, but he looks at me as if daring me to retreat.
If I want to learn, I can’t die of embarrassment over everything. Rodrick has a dirty mouth, and if I’m being honest, it excites me immensely that he treats me like the woman he desires and not like an inexperienced princess—which is exactly what I am.
I run my hand over one breast.
The sensation is delicious, especially when I touch my nipple, but it’s his gaze on me that’s driving me insane. I try tugging one of the peaks, and a sigh of pleasure slips out.
He growls, reaches out, and touches me between the thighs, as if he can’t stand just watching—and I congratulate myself for that.
The sense of victory doesn’t last, because when he brushes my point of pleasure, I almost fold in half.
His other hand grips his own sex. He moves it up and down, squeezing, in a steady rhythm.
It’s beautiful to watch, but I want to be the one to make him moan, and even with my shyness, I move his hand away and take over the task, mimicking his movements.
I don’t look away from his eyes, simply because I can’t. My husband is very handsome.
He slides one finger into me, then another. My body undulates as I ride his hand, craving more.
“You’re perfect, Jazmina. You have no idea how stunning you are.”
“I want to kiss you here,” I say, stroking the tip of his sex with my thumb.
“Taste me first.”
There’s liquid seeping from him, and I watch closely as he gathers some and brings it to my lips.
“Suck. Draw it in without using your teeth.”
Without stopping my caresses, I suck his finger.
“All of it—take my whole finger.”
I start to but then stop and lean forward. “I think I understand, my husband. Is this what I’m supposed to do?”
I run my tongue over the tip of his member, and the salty taste hits me. Without asking for more instructions, I do it again and then open my mouth, taking him the way I did his finger.
“Fuck, Jazmina.” His hands clutch the sheets, then move to my hair, holding it. I think he wants to see me taste him. “Suck my cock while looking at me.”
His words send a shock of pleasure through my sex and I moan around him. “Mmm . . .”
“I’ll never forget this image. Do you have any idea how beautiful you look nursing my cock?”
I suck harder, using my tongue along his length, and I’m rewarded with caresses in my hair and on my face.
The way he grips me—right on the edge before pain—makes me desperate for more, eager to feel him inside me.
His moans tell me I’m doing it right, and more confident now, I take as much as I can.
The ache between my thighs intensifies, and I slide my free hand down, touching myself. I moan with pleasure, and his grip in my hair tightens.
“So filthy . . .touching your little pussy while you eat me. Open your mouth, let me go deeper, Jazmina.”
I come to the conclusion that I love his dirty orders and submitting to the dominant man who seems to know exactly what my body craves.
My moans grow louder, creating a vibration as I devour him.