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She placed the tip of her finger on my shoulder, and even that minimal contact had my skin heating. “Here?”

I nodded again. Again, she descended, her lips touching my skin. Fuck, she was sexy in control like this.

“Tell me if you don’t like something. Or if you need me to touch you a different way.”

I blinked a few times, stunned. She was the first woman I’d been with who had noticed. Who not only cared about my comfort and needs but made it a point to make me feel comfortable to express them.

“Graham?” she prompted.

“Yeah,” I rasped, my throat clogged with emotion. “Yes. I will.”

“Good. Now, where else do you want me to kiss you?” she asked.

I wanted to tell her to kiss me anywhere and everywhere, I didn’t fucking care. But I knew that wasn’t going to get me what I wanted. Lily wanted me to be specific. She wanted me to show her that I was listening. That I could and would cooperate.

I absolutely could. Because she made me feel safe to express my needs. She made me believe that she would not only listen but care.

“My…nipple,” I said, my eyes snagging on her nipples. I wanted to suck them into my mouth until I released them with a pop, watching them pebble and harden.

“Here?” she asked, trailing her nail around one of my nipples. My cock jerked in attention. I hadn’t expected it to feel that good.

“Yes.” All I could think about was kissing her. Using my lips and my tongue and my teeth to drive her as crazy as she was currently making me.

“I need to touch you.” I strained against the belt, eager to break free.

“No.” Her tone was calm, but the word cracked through the air like a whip. “You need to learn to sit back and let someone else be in control.”

Was that what this was? A test in restraint? Her exerting her dominance over me?

Because if so, fuck me, I was in. I was totally fucking in. I could give up control if she would keep touching me.

“Can you do that?” she asked. I got the feeling she was asking about more than just in the bedroom. And while I didn’t know if I could let her lead outside the bedroom, she made me want to try.

“I—” She was so distracting, so beautiful, she made it difficult to think straight. Especially when she dragged her finger down my chest. “Harder,” I said, referring to the pressure.

She immediately adjusted her pressure as she continued her way down to my stomach. I swallowed hard. “I can try.”

She sighed, but the curve of her lips told me she was being playful. “I suppose that’s a start.”

“Does that mean I get another reward?” I asked. God, I sounded so fucking eager it was pathetic. No better than Queen V and Prince Albert when they were begging for a treat.

“Where else do you want me to touch you?” she asked.

“Anywhere,” I gusted out, my body on overdrive from her touch.Oh god.She used just the right amount of pressure so that I could lean into her touch instead of recoiling from it.

And something about being restrained, about her being in control, had somehow dulled some of my sensitivity to textures. Or at least, that’s how it felt.

She glared at me.Right. Be specific.

“My cock,” I rasped, scarcely able to speak. “I want you to suck my cock.”

She didn’t even bat an eye at my request. She got on her knees on the floor before me. She looked like a fucking queen.

“How do you like it?” she asked.

“Lick the tip. Swirl your tongue around it.”

“Like this?” She did as I asked—fucking perfect. And I damn near bolted off the bed.