Listening to his breaths shorten, feeling the way his thighs shake when he lifts his hips for me to pull everything down—my confidence soars.
And the way his cock springs up, unrestrained and free, makes me want to climb onto his lap so he can slide inside.
But I wait, heart pounding, vagina drenched and pounding with arousal.
His hand tightens in my hair. "Use your mouth, Luna."
Another shock of desire hits me.
Fuck.
I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. I can feel his pulse racing beneath the skin, his heartbeat thrumming through me. He's musky, salty—not quite pleasant, but not terrible.
Hearing his little hiss as I flick my tongue over the head of his cock makes me want to do more.
He might be giving the orders, but I'm the one with the power.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his fist relaxing in my hair to stroke my head.
The way my body lights up at his praise—God.
I need more.
