“If you want to make me come, darling, there are two ways you can go about it,” I murmured against his lips. He nodded, eager for me to continue. “You can climb over me and ride me,” I said, watching his eyes widen as his hand froze mid-stroke. I traced my thumb over his bottom lip, planting another soft kiss there. “Or,” I went on, “you can use that pretty little mouth of yours. I can teach you how, if that’s what you want. Both options—but only when you’re ready.”
