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He stills his hands but doesn’t drop them from my shoulders. We’re facing the windows, a place I came to when he took a call once we got back. I don’t know why I stopped here to look out, but it has the perfect view of the busy life outside. Even parts of the bridge into Manhattan that seem to glow as the sun sets.
“I own your debt.” He speaks in a calculated tone.
I turn in his arms and take him in, his handsdropping away as I search his face. “But do you own me?” I repeat softly.
His hand glides up and pushes hair behind my ear. Something he seems to do often. It takes time away from answering the question as he moves to the tips of my hair and flips it through his fingers before his eyes snap to mine.
“Yes.”
His voice is strong. Like him. Strength I’ve never had before, and now it stands in front of me.
He can’t own me. That’s not how life works. But he owns my security. He owns the fact that I feel warm and safe. Taken care of.
Not alone.
I rise up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. For a second, I control it, till he takes over. And I happily let him.
He parts my lips, sweeping his tongue in, and I meet him quickly with my own. Dropping my hair, he grabs the back of my head with one hand and puts the other on my waist, steadying me as he pushes me back against the floor-to-ceiling window.
The chill of the glass is nothing compared to the inferno before me. He moves his hand from my waist to right below my ass, bending and then picking me up. My legs wrap around him with ease as my hands fly to his shoulders to anchor myself to him.
His other hand shifts from the odd angle it’s at with my arms around him to heft me up on the window. He nips and bites at my chin and neck as he pushes me higher till his face is buried between my tits, pushing the fabric of the dress apart with his mouth as he trails kisses everywhere.
With a growl, he spins us and sets my ass on the dining table, sweeping off the simple decorative items and sending them crashing to the ground.
But does he care? Do I? Neither of us stops as he lowers my body back and stands between my legs, looking me over.
I’m disheveled. Wanton. Waiting for him to continue. Whatever he wants.
I won’t stop him. I never have. I don’t want to. Never have. Even if I should, being apart from Tommy isn’t something I’m capable of. I knew it from the first night. When I saw him, I knew I wouldn’t resist anything he wants. Asks. Demands. I want to be brave and stand up to people, but Tommy’s not one of them.
He unties the strap on the side of my dress, and it parts like a gift being unwrapped before him. Only it’s me he sees, and the tiny scraps of underwear and bra I chose for today.
Everything up to this point has been rushed. But now it slows to a snail’s pace as he unsnaps the front clasp of my bra, parting it to the side of each breast, my chest rising and falling as I pant beneath his touch.
His fingers graze my skin as he touches me for the first time without cloth between us. My skin breaks out into tiny bumps in their wake.
Leaning down, he grabs both breasts, one in each hand, massaging them as he kisses between them, then takes his time lapping around one nipple. Licking and sucking, he takes as much as he can into his mouth before repeating it on the other side, using his hand to hold my breasts up to him like an offering to a god.
I bite my lip but can’t hold back the moans of pleasure he pulls from me.
With one last kiss to each tip, he rises once more. This time his hands fall down my body, moving over my stomach and hips till they get to my panties. He doesn’t even look at me as he pulls them down, too focused on what he’s doing.
My legs rise on their own to help, going into the air as he tugs the fabric over my feet. Then he holds my ankles, kissing the inside of each as he lowers them and then himself to the ground. His face is even with my pussy, and he breathes deeply before he parts my lips and licks from my ass to my clit.
Bliss ripples through my body as he continues to lick his fill. Pleasure I’ve never known before pulses through me with each pass. Nothing has ever felt like this.
Till he puts his lips on my clit and sucks hard.
My hips shoot up to his mouth, almost pushing him off, but he holds on tight as he grabs each thigh. Wrapping my legs around him, I squeeze tight because I don’t want him to get away.
Now I understand his need to push me down and not let me up for air last night. If this is how it felt for him, I almost want to apologize for fighting him those first few moments when he shocked me as I choked on his cock. But after this? I’m going to expect it. No, I’ll require it. If he does it to me, there’s zero shame in me smothering him with my core.
He moves one hand around my thighs and between my legs, sliding a finger into my wet heat and pistoning in time with his sucks. Then he adds another. And another. I feel stretched and full, but I still want more, though I don’t know of what.
When his other hand moves to my ass and he circles the rim of a part of me I never thought could feel sensuality, I buck against him. It causes his teeth to graze my clit, and it sends me off. I scream his name as I give him my release, and he drinks it all down.
I shudder at the sensitivity I feel, but his mouth doesn’t let up. He keeps going, and when I look at him, hiseyes are closed. I brush hair off his forehead, and his eyes open and find me.
