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“Sometimes I just pretend it’s some guy. Faceless. Nameless. I make up scenarios. Like we met at a party and danced a few times and then he pulled me into a deserted room, because he just couldn’t keep his hands off of me any longer. Sometimes we have known each other for a long time, and I’ve been flirting, and he found out I’m about to get married, and he comes and whisks me away.”
Now I’m staring at her. These aren’t just dirty fantasies, like some guy going down on her in the shower. These are entire scenarios.
“It’s you a lot of times,” she says.
I stare at her. “You don’t have to say that.”
“But it’s true. It’s been you for a long time.”
I want that to be true. God knows how many nights I’ve thought about her with my hand wrapped around my cock. I’m not proud of it. I’ve tried not to, but I haven’t been able to resist entirely.
And I know she needs to hear that.
“I’ll bet I’ve come to thoughts of you more often than you have to thoughts of me,” I tell her, leaning over, and pressing a kiss to her mouth. “You are definitely the star of my greatest fantasies.” I kiss her more deeply now, dragging the buzzing vibrator up her inner thigh. “The ways I’ve made you come in my imagination could keep us busy for days.”
“Oh God, Jonah,” she breathes against my mouth.
I drag my jaw along hers then down her throat. I place a kiss at the base of her throat, then give into the urge and suck lightly on her skin. I might make a mark. But it will be gone by the time we go back to Cara. Still, I need to be careful. She’s going on a date tomorrow night. I can’t mark her anywhere that someone will see.
But I want to mark her someplace at leastshe’llsee.
I drag my mouth down to her collarbone and then lower to the upper curve of her breast. I lick, then suck, then bite gently. She gasps and arches closer. I bite a little harder then suck again.
“Bite marks are important to mark your territory,” I mutter against her skin.
Her hand goes to the back of my head, and I feel her fingers curling into my scalp. She likes that too. Not just the biting but me calling her my territory.
Of course, I will be making note of every tiny thing that gets a response out of this woman.
“I’m going to make you come for the first time with this vibrator,” I tell her. “And my fingers.”
She nods quickly.
“Then when you’re hot, wet, and soft, I’m going to lick you clean and make you come again on my tongue.”
She lets out a soft moan. “Yes.”
“The only thing I’m not completely sure of yet,” I tell her, swirling my tongue around one nipple and then pulling it into my mouth before letting it go with a little pop. “Is if I’m going to spread you out, legs wide, everything open to me, and eat you like a feast, or if I’m going to make you sit on my face.”
“Can we do both?” she asks, her voice husky.
I chuckle darkly. “We just might, my naughty, greedy girl.”
She moans.
I kiss her again, then tell her, “I can make you desperate for this. Willing to do anything for my fingers, my mouth, my cock. Willing to spread your legs for me whenever I want it.” She is definitely not pulling away from me. She’s not pushing me away. She is not saying no or stop. She’s arching closer, her fingers are digging into my hair, her pelvis is lifting. She loves this.
And I love knowing there’s a dirty side to this woman. Selfishly, I never want anyone else to know that. I want to explore every single fantasy, everything that makes her hot and wet and needy. I want to be in charge of all of her orgasms. And I never want another fucking soul to have a clue that this gorgeous, sophisticated, bold, amazing woman has this side. Can be made to beg, can be pushed to the point of only caring about what I can do to this very sweet pussy.
“Do you want to see how many you can get?” I ask her. “Do you want to see how far I can push you?”
She nods.
“Do you trust me?”
“Implicitly.”
“Sit up.”