Page 212 of Say My Name

The sight makes my pussy clench around nothing.

I turn in his arms.

“I want your mouth on me,” I say. “I want to come against your tongue. Then I want to ride you until you lose that control you’re so proud of.”

His hand tightens around my waist.

“Anything else?”

“Yes.” I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke once. “When I’m finished, I want you to fuck me while I watch you in that mirror.”

For several seconds, Dominic only stares at me.

Then he kisses me hard enough to walk me backward.

“Thank you for telling me,” he says against my mouth.

He lowers me onto the bed and kisses his way down my body. His mouth lingers over both breasts, his tongue circling each nipple until I have to push at his shoulder.

“You’re stalling.”

“I’m worshipping.”

“You can worship lower.”

A rough laugh leaves him. “Greedy.”

“For you.”

He goes still. The admission hangs between us, bare and true, and the reckless honesty of it makes my heart pound.

“Spread your legs,” he says.

I do.

Dominic settles between them and runs his hands up my inner thighs. His eyes move over my pussy with the same open hunger he gave my reflection.

“Tell me again.”

“Put your mouth on me.”

“I love hearing you take what you want.” He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh.

His tongue slides through me, and my hips lift from the mattress.

Dominic wraps one arm around my thigh, holding me open as he licks me with slow, deliberate strokes. The near-orgasm he denied me returns almost immediately.

“God.”

He groans against me, the vibration making my legs tremble.

His mouth becomes relentless. Every sweep of his tongue sends pleasure winding tighter through my body. When he pushes two fingers inside me again, I clutch the bedding.

“Let me see you,” he commands.

I lift my head.

Dominic’s eyes hold mine from between my thighs as his fingers curl into the spot that makes my entire body clench.