Page 46 of Man Candy (After We Fall 1)
“Why yes?”
“I like…being on display for you.”
“And why no?”
“I feel embarrassed. Someone else might see in the window.”
“You shouldn’t feel embarrassed about your body. It’s perfect. So perfect I’m not inclined to share it. Face me.”
She turned around again, and I liked the way she held herself, spine straight, shoulders back, chin lifted, feet slightly apart. It was defensive but also a little aggressive, telling me I might be calling the shots, but they weren’t anything she couldn’t handle.
I wanted to test her on that.
“Get on your knees, Jaime.”
She didn’t do it right away, and there was a tense moment where I thought the game was over, but eventually she dropped onto one knee, then the other.
“Now your hands.”
She put both hands on the carpet in front of her, and it reminded me of the way she’d crawled out of my closet to watch me get naked. Well, darling, you’re about to get that up-close-and-personal look you wanted.
“Crawl to me.”
She crept toward me at a snail’s pace, her body swaying, her eyes on mine.
Yes.
Her movements were feline and provocative, but submissive too. My chest—and my pants—were fucking tight.
When she’d reached my feet, she stayed there, waiting for my next order.
“Closer, darling.”
She moved in, sliding her hands up my legs, placing her palms on my thighs.
I rubbed my thumb along her lower lip, felt her panting against my hand. I edged my thumb between her teeth. “Such a pretty mouth. So soft and wet. And your tongue…” I slid my thumb in deeper, feeling her tongue glide along it. “I want my cock right here on your tongue. I want to feel your lips on it. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth and come down your throat. Would you like that?”
With my thumb in her mouth, she could only nod, but her eyes were wide and hungry. I took my hands off her. “Tell me you want those things. Exactly as I described them.”
“I want your cock on my tongue,” she said breathlessly. “I want it between my lips. I want you to fuck my mouth and come down my throat.”
“Good. Unbuckle my belt.” I stood still, my hands at my sides. “Take out my cock, but don’t put your mouth on it.”
She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pushing everything down enough to get my dick free. Eagerly, she took it in both hands.
I stepped back. “Stand up.”
She looked up at me, confused, but she did as I asked.
“Turn around.”
When her back was to me, I took her wrists, crossed them, and tied them together with my scarf. “We won’t be needing your hands for this.”
With her hands bound at her lower back, I turned her to face me again, then pushed the top of her bodice beneath her tits, propping them up.
I lowered my head and teased one hard nipple with my tongue, just enough to make her writhe with impatience. She arched her back, thrusting her chest in my face.
I smiled and moved to the other one, circling it with the tip of my tongue but never taking it in my mouth. Reaching between her legs, I brushed one fingertip back and forth over her clit, just enough to elicit a strangled “Quinn!”
