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He rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. The power shift is intoxicating. I straddle his hips, feeling his hardness pressingagainst me through his jeans. I lean down to kiss him deeply, my hair falling around us like a curtain.

"You have no idea how sexy you are right now," he says, his hands running up my sides.

I smile against his lips, then begin my journey down his body. I take my time, exploring every inch of his chest with my mouth. When I reach his nipples, I take one between my teeth, mimicking what he did to me. His sharp intake of breath tells me he likes it.

"Fuck, Dahlia," he groans, his hips lifting slightly beneath me.

I continue lower, tracing the lines of his abs with my tongue. When I reach the waistband of his jeans, I unbutton them slowly, teasingly. He lifts his hips to help as I pull them down, leaving him in just his boxers.

The outline of his cock is prominent through the thin fabric. I trace it with my finger, watching his face as his jaw tightens with restraint.

"These need to go too," I say, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

I pull them down, and his cock springs free, hard and ready.

"Well," I murmur, wrapping my hand around him. "No wonder you're so confident."

He laughs, the sound turning into a groan as I stroke him slowly. "That's all for you, baby."

I continue my leisurely pace, watching his reactions carefully. His breathing quickens when I twist my wrist slightly at the top, and his hands fist in the sheets when I use my thumb to spread the bead of moisture at his tip.

Then I stop, my hand stilling completely.

"Don't tease me," he growls, his hips jerking involuntarily.

I lock my eyes with his, maintaining the connection as I lower my head. His pupils dilate as he realizes what I'm about to do. Slowly, deliberately, I take him into my mouth.

"Holy fuck," he gasps, one hand moving to tangle in my hair.

I take him deeper, loving the weight of him on my tongue. His taste is masculine and heady, and the sounds he makes as I bob my head drive me wild. His hand in my hair doesn't push or pull, it just follows my movements, occasionally tightening when I hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"That's it," he encourages. "You take my cock so beautifully."

His words send a thrill through me. I increase my pace, taking him deeper, using my hand on what doesn't fit in my mouth. I can feel him tensing, and his thighs hardening beneath me.

"Dahlia," he warns, his grip on my hair tightening. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

I pull my mouth away, looking up at him. His chest is heaving, and his eyes are wild with need.

"I want you to cum inside me," I tell him.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he swears, his cock twitching at my words. “I love you... I fucking love you."

I stand up from the bed and take off my panties. His eyes follow my every move as I slide them down my legs, stepping out of them completely. I'm now entirely naked before him, and the hunger in his gaze makes me feel powerful.

I climb back onto the bed, straddling him again. Instead of taking him inside me immediately, I position myself so my wet center slides against his length. The friction is exquisite, and I can't help the moan that escapes me.

"Oh god," I breathe, rocking against him again. "That feels so good."

I continue this torturous movement, feeling him slide through my folds without entering me. I'm dripping wet, so my arousal coats him, making the glide smooth and delicious. The sound is obscene, and it only turns me on more.

"Dahlia," Axl groans beneath me, his hands gripping my hips. "You're killing me."

I smile down at him, feeling wicked and free. The old Dahlia would never do this. But I'm not that woman anymore. I've changed, evolved, and I'm embracing every new aspect of myself.

I reach between us and take his cock in my hand. I position him at my entrance, holding his gaze as I slowly sink down onto him.

"Ahhh," I gasp as he fills me completely. The stretch is delicious, bordering on too much but perfect all at once. "Oh my god."