Victoria hovered above him, her palms flat against his chest, her body balanced on his hips but not yet giving him the satisfaction of contact. Her weightless control was maddening, a reminder that he was here at her mercy.
She tilted her head, studying him as if he were a piece of art. “You’re beautiful like this,” she murmured, her voice a husky purr. “Naked, hard, desperate… and completely mine.”
Tommy’s jaw tightened, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. He wanted to speak, to beg, to grab her and flip her beneath him, but the look in her eyes told him that wasn’t an option. Tonight wasn’t about his strength. Tonight was about hers.
She leaned down slowly, her lips brushing his. Not a kiss, not yet, just the faintest ghost of contact. His mouth parted instinctively, chasing her, but she pulled back with a wicked smile.
“Not so fast.”
Her fingertip traced his lower lip, down the line of his jaw, along the strong column of his neck. She lowered her head again, this time letting her mouth touch him. Soft kisses pressed against his throat, his collarbone, each one deliberate, each one followed by the faintest drag of her tongue. His skin burned under her.
Tommy groaned, the sound low, primal, spilling from his chest without permission.
“You taste exactly how I imagined,” she whispered against his skin.
She kissed her way lower, down the plane of his chest, pausing to flick her tongue across a nipple. His body jolted at the sensation, a sharp gasp escaping him. She smiled against him, nipping lightly with her teeth before soothing the mark with another kiss.
Her hands roamed as her lips did. Her nails grazing his ribs, sliding down to the cut of his stomach. Every stroke was light, teasing, never lingering long enough to give him what he needed.
By the time her mouth reached the line of his hip, his cock was straining upward, heavy and leaking, begging for her touch.
But she didn’t touch him. All in good time.
Instead, she lifted her body again, crawling up his torso like a cat until her lips hovered above his once more. This time she kissed him properly.
It was slow, devastating, her tongue sliding against his with deliberate control. She kissed like she commanded everything. His lips, his body, his sanity. Tommy’s hands twitched against the sheets, desperate to hold her, to claim her, but he forced himself to obey, to let her dictate every movement.
The kiss deepened, heat flooding between them, their mouths moving harder, wetter, until they were both breathing raggedly. She pulled back suddenly, leaving him gasping, and licked his bottom lip as if to remind him who had stopped it.
“Patience,” she teased. “You don’t get to have all of me yet.”
She shifted her weight, rolling her hips against his cock through the lace of her lingerie. The friction was exquisite. Too much and not enough all at once. Tommy bit back another groan, his head pressing into the mattress, his body arching toward hers.
Victoria caught his chin between her fingers and forced him to look at her. “Do you feel that? How close you are already? That’s my control, Tommy. My fantasy. I want you trembling on the edge, knowing that I decide when you fall.”
Her words alone nearly undid him.
She kissed him again, harder this time, messy and consuming, before pulling away and trailing her mouth back down his body. When she reached his cock she still didn’t take him in, instead, she pressed open-mouthed kisses along the base, up his impressive length, deliberately avoiding the head where he ached most.
Tommy swore under his breath, his fists clenching in the sheets.
She smirked up at him. “Patience.”
Her tongue traced him once, from base to tip, slow and deliberate. His hips lifted involuntarily, a guttural sound tearing from his throat. She pulled back instantly, pinning his hips down with her hands.
“No moving. Not unless I say.”
He froze, chest heaving, cock twitching against the air.
She rewarded his obedience with another kiss, softer this time, right against the tip, tasting his arousal. Then she pulled away again, standing smoothly from the bed.
Tommy’s eyes shot open, panic flooding him as though she might leave. But no. She was reaching for something in her bag.
She turned back, slipping a silk scarf through her fingers. Her smile was devastating.
“Hands above your head,” she commanded.
Tommy obeyed instantly, heart hammering, his cock throbbing painfully with need.
Victoria climbed back onto the bed, straddling him once more, the scarf in her hand. “Now we play
properly.” |
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