“Hands on the headboard,” I order. She grips the edge for balance but snaps, “I’m sorry, who’s in charge, here?” I nip at the inside of her thigh, and she yelps softly as I grip her ass and pull her down. Not against my mouth like I want. But close enough I know she can feel my breath against her core, using it as a reminder for how good I can make her feel if she gives me the chance. She smells fucking amazing, and I want her on my mouth. But she needs this. The control.
