C8 Egotistical

He saw the indecision which flickered over her flushed face and he wondered if she recognised the significance of his request. Because this wasn’t about him reaching out to her, even though it would have been ridiculously easy to pull her into his arms and kiss her and have her moaning his name before a minute had elapsed. She had to come tohim. To acquiesce and to relinquish power to him. If she wanted this, then she needed to play by his rules—for he had been born to rule.

He watched as her eyes darkened and then, with her magnificent breasts swaying a little, she slid across the bed towards him, her body warm and soft as it collided with the hard muscle of his.

‘What do you want?’ she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him.

His body was programmed to respond instantly to a question like that, and it did. He thought how quickly a woman could learn to be a coquette when a man had satisfied her, and he smiled as he trickled his fingers down over her breast and felt her nipple pucker. ‘That isn’t a very imaginative question,’ he chided. ‘I would have expected something better from you.’

‘Don’t they say that people who have expectations are doomed to be disappointed?’

‘I promise that disappointment is something you’ll never experience when you’re in bed with me.’

‘That is so...’ Her eyelids fluttered to a close. ‘So...’

‘So what?’ he teased, his hand now moving down beyond her belly.

‘Egotistical,’ she managed, at last. ‘What...what are you doing?’

‘I think you know very well what I’m doing. I’m going to have sex with you’

‘You’re...you’re making it sound like some sort of power game,’ she whispered.

He didn’t answer. Just dipped his head down past her navel and a rush of carnal satisfaction flooded through him as his tongue found her moist bud. He made her come twice more—with his finger and with his mouth—but still he didn’t allow himself the luxury of his own release. He could feel the heightening of tension, the terrible aching at his groin, but still he resisted entering her until she was begging him to. As if he wanted to demonstrate to them both that he had clawed back that steely control which had kept him celibate all these years. That he was still in charge and always would be.

Briefly he relinquished his hold on her when at last he could bear it no more, and reached for a condom.

He could see she was looking at him with something like concern in her eyes. But he said nothing. He didn’t want any more analysis, or questions, or explanations. That had never been his way. He didn’t want to confront his own feelings, or to question hers. He wanted to be deep inside her and lose himself completely in her tight wet heat and only after that would he consider what happened next.

He slanted his mouth across hers, letting go of her wrist to cradle her cheeks, angle her head for better access, and capture that sob at last.

He licked and sucked and nipped—coaxing, encouraging, exploiting—until she opened for him on a heady breath, and let him in.

Her taste was even more intoxicating than the first time—warm rich chocolate, thick luxurious cream, and heady elemental desire.

He devoured her, exploring the recesses of her mouth. Until he had forgotten about everything but the hot sultry taste of her... And what he planned to feast on next.

Desire and longing barrelled through her body, her mind dazed, her pulse thundering, as lips claimed hers in a kiss that went from coaxing to carnal in a heartbeat.

She shivered, only vaguely aware of the table edge digging into her ribs, or his fingers caressing her scalp while he held her head. And took more.

Sensation vibrated from her breasts to the sweet spot between her thighs, and every pulse point in between. Her mind drifted into a sensual fog, dominated by the thrust of his tongue—and the desperate ache in her sex. The yearning to feel him there too, conquering her most intimate place in the same way as he was conquering her mouth, shot through her consciousness—wild, reckless, exciting, and absolutely terrifying.

She wrenched her mouth free, shocked by the direction of her thoughts, and how quickly they had roared out of control.

‘Damn.’ He groaned, then grinned at her—the smile knowing and arrogant.

Peeling off the stiff silk contraption at last, he placed his mouth between her shoulder blades and kissed the dewy skin. A soft moan broke from her lips.

Desire flared as the corset landed on the floor and he took in the sight of all that flushed deliciously pink flesh in nothing but a pair of minuscule lace panties and silk stockings held up by a suspender belt. She had clasped her arms over her bare breasts. But her shyness was as captivating as the arousal darkening her green eyes to black.

‘Don’t cover yourself,’ he groaned. ‘You’re beautiful.’