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“You look good on my couch,” I tell her, coming closer. My shirt falls to the floor, and I undo my belt first, the metal clanging loudly in the quiet room and then, the leather swooshing through the belt loops.
There’s a sparkle in her eyes as she glances at the belt in my hands, and her chest begins rising and falling faster. I fold it in half, letting the leather loop dangle at my side. “Something interesting, Darling?”
Her eyes lift to mine again. “Tonight was intoxicating. And for the first time, I felt like I belonged.”
“You do belong,” I assure her.
“I felt powerful.” Her words are measured, as though she’s tasting them as they pass over her lips. “Next to you… all of them knowing that I’m with you,” she adds.
My grin is evil. “You are powerful. And beautiful… and sexy… and brilliant.” I step closer to her with every word, my eyes locked on her, and she watches my approach, not moving so much as a muscle.
“Take your pants off, Dylan.”
It’s an order. There’s no mistaking the commanding tone, and I arch a brow, considering her. She doesn’t blink, but her gaze drops to my dick before returning to mine, testing me, testing herself… her power.
A grin slips across my face. I make a silent plea that she’ll spread her legs and tell me what to do next.
Okay, I can play along with this. She has handed me power over her body countless times, and perhaps a bit of turnabout is fair play. Raven wants to experience her power? She can do that with me.
I drop the belt to the table, undoing my slacks and toeing off my shoes. When my pants fall to the ground, Raven purrs, “Good boy.” I can’t help but to smirk. I have never been called that. “Those too.” She motions, and the blush rises to her cheeks.
I want to tell her she’s doing well, but I bite my tongue, letting her have her fun for the moment.
I’m not shy, especially when Raven sounds so eager to see me. I slip my thumbs into my waistband and push the fabric down my legs, freeing myself. I’m rock-hard, standing up against my belly, and I instinctively grip myself, giving my length a tight stroke. “Like what you see?”
Raven uncrosses and recrosses her legs the other way, clenching her thighs. She’s as turned on as I am.
I stroke myself once and then move even closer. I want to tell her to open her mouth. I want her hands on me, her body on mine so she can feel what she does to me.
I grit my teeth, not doing any of those things by the barest grip on my control. Precum leaks from the tip of my cock as I stroke myself again, waiting for her to act on the hunger in her eyes. Leaning forward, she keeps her gaze locked with mine until the tip of her finger rests on the head of my cock and she moans.
She licks the salty fluid from her finger delicately. “Mmm,” she moans, and another drop slides down my shaft. Her smile is beautifully wicked.
She uncrosses her legs once more, standing this time, but rather than coming to me, she slips the straps of her dress from her shoulders. A quick zip at her side and a small swaying wiggle, and the dress falls to her feet, much the same way I want to.
She’s gorgeous. She’s sexy. She’s mine.
Her breasts are free already, having been supported by some invisible magic of the dress, and her nipples are hardened nubs begging for my mouth. Her panties consist of a scrap of flesh-colored silk, which she slips off easily, and she doesn’t have on stockings this time, so she’s finally nude before me.
“Raven,” I groan.
She shudders but stays steadfast in hermission of driving me to madness. “Lie down on the couch,” she purrs, adding, “Sir,” when my bottom lip drops.
Nodding with a smirk, I make quick work of stretching out along the length of the couch and reach out for her, intending to guide her to my cock.
But she doesn’t do that. She moves up by my head, shocking me. “I’m going to sit on your face like it’s my throne, and you’re going to lick my pussy until I tell you to stop.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I say, wanting it to sound teasing, but it comes out as a strangled plea. Fuck. This woman does something to me. I am weak for her.
Raven throws a leg over me, kneeling on the couch with her knees at my sides and her feet near my shoulders. Her position pins my arms, making them useless to touch her but also making me unable to touch myself. Her pussy hovers just above my mouth. I can smell her arousal. Fuck, I can nearly taste it in the air between us. And her pretty pussy lips are glossy with it.
She teases me, lowering herself by millimeters while my tongue waits for her, desperately flicking at nothingness so that as soon as she’s close enough, I can touch her.
Finally, she lowers herself to my mouth, and I lick her, grateful for a taste of her heaven and moaning at the deliciousness. I lick her as if my life depends on it because she is my life. After so many times, I know what she enjoys most, and I nibble along her lips, press soft kisses over her clit, and finally, fuck her with my stiffened tongue.
When I do something she particularly likes, she rewards me with a stroke of her soft hand and teasing fingers along my shaft. But it’s always just one touch, enough to drive me wild but not to get me to the edge, though I can feel the wetness of my precum puddling on my stomach.
She rides my face, her arousal covering my mouth as her body trembles. I can feel her climbing, getting closer and closer to coming, and I double my efforts, needing to suffocate in her,wanting to drown in her. Suddenly, she pitches forward, her breath whispering over my sensitive cock as she cries out, coming hard. And screaming my name. My name.
