My desire immediately ebbs. I blink at him, my body easing back. “Um…”
He presses a finger to my mouth, shocking me with the unmistakable scent of my arousal. “No talking. No questions. Just do as you’re told.”
I curl the blanket protectively around myself. I know what he’ll have me do once I get there. I avert my gaze, all the heady lust gone, replaced with shyness.
It’s silly, the fear buzzing like a hornet inside me, and I’m embarrassed because I’ve never donethatbefore. Ridiculous in this day and age, I know. It’s just that no one has ever asked or pressed me for it, and I never instigated, and it just went…unexplored.
I’m sure to make a fool of myself.
“Now, Anna.”
The words snap me to attention, calling to something deep inside me I can’t name.
Ungracefully, I twist off his lap and fall to my knees on the floor with a soft thump.
I look at him, waiting.
His lips curve, and he strokes a finger over my cheek. “Unzip my jeans.”
Pulse racing, I slowly, carefully unbutton his pants and slide the zipper down. With a gulp, I pull him from his boxer briefs and his large erection springs free. Long and thick, it touches his stomach, looking impressive. Imposing.
It startles me to realize I’ve never seen him this close, never studied him. I’ve barely even touched him.
“I-I don’t know what to do,” I admit, hanging my head. This is my first opportunity, and I’m already a disappointment.
He tilts my chin. “You have no responsibility other than to do as I tell you.”
“But…” My lashes flutter, and I want to look away, but don’t. “I’ve never done this before.”
He nods, not looking the least bit surprised. “All you need to do is follow my instructions, and I’ll be pleased.”
Some of the worry lifts from my shoulders. “Okay.”
His lids grow heavy as he peers down at me with unmistakable hunger. “Use only your tongue and taste me.”
7
Mason
Ibite back a moan as Anna’s tentative pink tongue moistens her bottom lip.
Big, wary eyes plead at me, begging without words.
My chest squeezes with hope and fear.
She’s so gorgeous in all her needy, greedy exploration. Beautiful in her tears. Heart-stopping as she kneels before me.
I want desperately to unleash her passion and darkest desires.
But will she let me? Will she put aside everything she’s learned and understood about a normal relationship? I see her desire, her hidden lust. She likes when I control her. She’s never come as hard or as quickly.
But the fear lurks too, as does her shame.
If she gives me time, I can work with it, ease it.
She puts her hands on my knees, her gentle touch pulling me away from my thoughts about our future.
I focus on the woman in front of me. “Put your hands at your sides and use only your tongue until I tell you otherwise.”