He was already rock hard as she dropped obediently to her knees. Her hands began to stray toward his belt before she remembered to ask his permission. He nodded his approval, eyes never straying from hers as she expertly unbuckled his belt and pulled it off slowly, loop by loop, with one hand as the other worked its way up his thigh. God, she looked good down there. Although, he’d been told he looked good like that, too. By her. The night before. The memory of giving her everything she needed until she screamed his name made his cock pulse in anticipation.
She noticed. And slowed down her undoing of his pants even further. He wanted to reprimand her, but turnabout was fair play, he thought. It was basically the same thing he’d done to her. That subversive little feminist. She was beating him at his own game, letting him “be in charge” while running the show. It made him laugh.
Well, it would have, had her fingers not freed his member and then delicately stroked the length of it, lingering and teasing around the head. Then all he could do was gasp.
“Is this okay? Is it okay if I touch you?” she murmured, so close he could feel her soft breath on the most sensitive part of him.
“I want you to touch yourself, too,” he ordered. Her eyes widened. He wasn’t going to let her be all the way in charge, after all. But she knew better than to argue by now, and her eyes widened again as she reached a tentative hand beneath her jean skirt. “Good girl,” he breathed, so soft he didn’t know if she heard. Probably for the best if she hadn’t.
Then her tongue was on him, and he was past the point of caring what she heard, because he wasn’t entirely sure what he was saying. She licked him up and down, alternating the pressure between the hard flat of her tongue and the light flicking tip.
When she finally took him in her mouth, it was almost a relief. For, like, three seconds, until he realized she wasn’t letting up. His hands twined in her short hair, slowing her down, pulling her back.
“Why, Jaylene. Are you trying to end this before this starts?” he asked gently. She stayed wrapped around him as she replied.
“Unh-unh.” The vibration sent shock waves through him and he quickly pulled away altogether. He was about to come already, and he hadn’t even touched her. She was a girl to be reckoned with, that was for sure. He’d gone from taken to taken aback, and back all over again. Their eyes were still locked as she licked her lips. Good girl? No. She was very, very bad. And very bad girls needed to be put in their place.
He held out one hand to pull her up. She reached for him, but he shook his head. She drew her other hand out from under her skirt and he pulled it to his mouth. One by one, he drew her fingers between his lips. As he watched, she shivered and closed her eyes, finally breaking their contact.
That wouldn’t do. He wanted to watch her, to see how she reacted to every little thing he did. He wanted to learn her backward and forward. A little pressure from his teeth at the base of her middle finger sent her eyes flying open again.
“Good girl.” This time he wanted her to hear. He wanted her to hear the deepened tone he said it in; to understand, finally, that turning him on like no one ever had meant that he found her to be more of a woman and not less.
They were still separated by almost a foot. At that moment, it felt like a football field. He stepped forward, closing the gap. With one of her hands in each of his, he pulled back, allowing her to wrap her arms around him. Then finally, he leaned down and kissed her the way he’d been longing to. The passion she responded with was unbearable, her fingers clenching into his waist before moving up to his shoulders. Even though he was only pressed against her now, instead of in her, there was still a distinct danger he’d not be able to stop himself from finishing with his thoughts and her proximity alone.
So when she moved her hands around to his chest, he almost had to pin both of them under one of his. They were so small, and capable. He couldn’t possibly give them free rein without losing total control. Instead, he pinned both of them high above her in one of his much larger hands.
Her intake of breath belied her delight in it. So. He could be what he wanted now, no second-guessing. If that ragged gasp hadn’t done it, the way she arched her spine to allow him better access did.
“Good girl,” he groaned again, as he propelled her toward the couch. He was done worrying about his dull apartment what with all the color she brought in. Maybe the gray backdrop just accentuated the multicolors of their fireworks. It didn’t matter, because he wasn’t about to stop now. He nudged Jay with his knee, spread her across his overstuffed cushions as he pinned her with his left hand.