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"Can I use my mouth?"

His eyes go darker. "You don't have to."

"I want to. If that's okay."

"That's very okay."

I shift position, and he lies back against the pillows. I'm still in just my bra, which I should probably take off, but I'm too focused on what I'm about to do. I lean down and lick him once, base to tip, and he groans.

"Jesus Christ."

Encouraged, I do it again, then take him into my mouth. I'm not particularly experienced at this, and he's bigger than I'm used to, but I pay attention to his reactions.

When he groans, I do it again. When his hand fists in my hair, I take him deeper. When his hips start to move, I use my hand in combination with my mouth.

"Lyla, fuck, that's—" He can't seem to finish sentences, and something about that makes me feel powerful.

After a few minutes, he tugs gently at my hair. "Stop. You need to stop."

I pull back, worried. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. That was perfect. But if you keep going, this is going to be over way too fast, and I want to be inside you when I come."

Heat floods through me at his words. "Okay."

He sits up and reaches for my bra. "This needs to come off."

"Yeah."

He unhooks it with practiced ease and slides it off my shoulders, and then I'm completely naked in front of him.

His eyes travel over me slowly, hungrily, taking in every curve.

"Fucking perfect," he says. "Every inch of you."

Then he's kissing me again, and I can taste myself on his lips. His hands are everywhere now, no barriers between us, and when he cups my breast and thumbs my nipple I arch into his touch.

"How do you want to do this?" he asks against my mouth.

"I don't know. However you want."

"That's not what I asked." He pulls back to look at me. "I asked what you want."

The fact that he's asking does something to me. Trevor never asked. He just positioned me however he wanted and expected me to be okay with it.

"Can I be on top?" I ask. "At first? I think I need to control the pace."

"Yeah. Whatever you want."

He lies back against the pillows, and I straddle him. His hands span my waist, and I can feel him hot and hard beneath me.

For a second I just look at him. At this huge, gorgeous man who's letting me set the pace, who asked what I wanted instead of just taking.

"You sure about this?" he asks.

"I'm sure."

I reach between us and line him up, then start to sink down slowly. The stretch is immediate and intense, and I have to stop after just the tip.