Just One Taste (Topped #2)(37)

He hoped she at least understood that much.

“No, you wouldn’t mean to.” Her hands curled over the sides of the bench. “I’m going to win this game, Sir. Do I get a prize?”

His balls were already drawn up against his body. He wasn’t sure she needed to do anything but turn that sultry voice on him to get him to go off like a rocket. He definitely needed a good recipe with a ton of ingredients to get through this. Something complex, with spice and substance, rather like the woman herself. “Lick the head. I want to feel your tongue on me. Be careful though. Any movement of your pretty ass could make that condom fall, and you don’t want your Dom to have to pick it up.”

“No. I don’t want to start all over again,” she said, her eyes on his cock. “I want to win.”

He hated that she turned it into a competition, but he needed time to make her see that while this was a game, she would always win. Life hadn’t taught her that lesson. He was going to have to be patient, but thank god at least the waiting to have her would be over soon.

Then he felt the warmth of her tongue drag across his cock, and he wasn’t thinking about anything else.

Except how to stop himself from coming like a fifteen-year-old virgin. Deena sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and then he was desperate to find something else to think about other than how f*cking good that felt.

He could go classic. Paté de Canard en Cro?te. It was a recipe made famous by Julia Child that every chef had to figure out at some point in time or another.

She whirled her tongue around his cock as she managed to take him deeper without shifting her backside. She was determined and obviously willing to do whatever it took to win this particular game.

Five pound duck. Half a teaspoon of salt. An eighth of pepper. She found the slit in his cockhead and ran the tip of her tongue over it. Pinch of allspice. Two tablespoons Cognac. His cock was straining as she worked her mouth over and around.

Later, he would be able to take his time. He would learn her body better than he knew his own. He would thrust in and out of her mouth until she couldn’t handle it anymore, and then and only then would he give in and take her *.

Two tablespoons of port. What else? He couldn’t think of it, couldn’t think of anything else. If he didn’t pull out of her hot mouth, he was going to fill her and he wasn’t through yet.

“Stop.” He pulled out, tugging lightly on her hair.

Her lips curled up like the cat who’d managed to get all the cream. That condom hadn’t moved. Not a centimeter. He groaned as he ripped the package open and managed to get the damn thing on his cock. He wasn’t playing it cool, wasn’t being the Dom he wanted to be, but there was nothing else to do now. He wasn’t about to step away and leave her aching. It wasn’t in him.

He moved in behind her, gently lifting her hips so he could line himself up before wetting his cock in the slick moisture of her *. If anything, she’d gotten hotter than she’d been before. His girl seemed to enjoy the game they’d played. Or perhaps what she enjoyed was his undivided attention and appreciation.

“Yes, baby, I can’t wait a second longer to have you. I tried every mental trick I know to put it off, but your mouth felt too good to resist.” Her husband obviously hadn’t given her enough love. She didn’t understand her own value. Deena had no idea how sexy and amazing she was. He could fix that. He wouldn’t ever get tired of telling her how beautiful she was. “I’m not going to last. I want you too much.”

She settled against the bench. “It’s okay. I’ve had fun.”

Did she think he was going to take what he wanted and give her nothing back? “Oh, fun is not all you’re going to have.”

He pressed in, her tight clasp nearly unmanning him, but now he had a challenge to face. She wasn’t getting off this bench until she’d screamed out his name. By the time he was done, she would know exactly how much he could offer her.

She was tight, but he was ruthless. Pressing in, he could feel not only how hard her * clamped down on him, but also the crazy drag of the plug against his cock.

“I’m so full. I almost can’t stand it. Almost,” she said, her chest moving as she dragged air into her lungs. Her hands were fisted on the handles.

“You can take it. You can take every inch of me.” He pulled on her hips, forcing another inch in. He angled up, not able to take his eyes off the place where his cock was sinking in, joining them for the first time. “You were built to take me.”

He let his right hand slip around to find her clitoris. The plump button was slick and ready.

Deena gasped, her body bucking under him.

Neither one of them was going to last, but that was all right. This was only the first time. There would be so much more. He still had weeks to show her how good they could be together. Quick and hard or slow and easy, they would make love in every way possible until she couldn’t imagine not being with him.

He thrust in and pulled back out, finding a rhythm. He pounded into her, absolutely certain she was with him. Her back bowed as she tried to thrust back, fight for her own pleasure.

“Eric, I don’t…” She seemed to have forgotten to call him Sir, but he reveled in it. In the quiet moments, the most intimate ones, he wanted to be Eric, her lover, her protector, someday so much more.

“Let it happen. Let go, baby. I’ll catch you.” He pressed down on her clit as he stroked inside. “This is the way it’s supposed to be between us. This is what happens when it’s right.”