Deke sank back against the couch, his legs spreading wide to give her room.
He was so decadently gorgeous. He was the very picture of a Dom waiting for his sub to service him.
“Can I take my panties off now, please?”
He stared at her for a moment and then nodded.
She slowly dragged her skirt back up, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and easing them down her legs, kicking her shoes off. She might be willing to forgo her own orgasm, but she wasn’t going to put obstacles up against one either.
“Fuck, you are so sexy. Always have been,” Deke said softly, his hands working on the fly of his jeans.
She wasn’t about to argue that she’d been more awkward than sexy in high school because it didn’t matter. He saw her that way, would always remember her that way. The same way she remembered him being perfect right up to the moment he took the choice away from her.
She shoved that thought out of her mind. The moment—this one they were living right now—was all that mattered. The future would sort itself out, and they couldn’t go back to the past.
She shoved the panties into her bag because she got the feeling she wouldn’t be putting them back on for a long time. Her whole body going languid, Maddie moved into Deke’s space, dropping to her knees. He shifted, shoving the sides of his jeans down and exposing the boxers he wore. His cock was already long and thick, trying to get past the cotton underwear.
His cock had always fascinated her. Many a long evening had passed while she’d stroked him, adoring how he shuddered when she squeezed him just right. She eased his boxers down and brushed her fingers against the underside, tracing the big vein that ran up to his cockhead.
“Damn it, baby. That feels so good.” His eyes were on her, his hands at his sides like he didn’t trust himself not to take immediate control and force her to suck him.
He would eventually. He wouldn’t be able to help himself, but there was something thrilling about that, too. For now she would enjoy her control. Maddie cupped his balls, gently weighing them in her hand. They were big and heavy, and she loved the way they would draw up, ready to shoot off. She dragged her hand back up to the base of his cock and circled him with her fingers, getting a firm grip. Deke hissed, and she knew that sound. He was ready. She stroked him, watching as his head fell back.
“Does this make you forget all the ways I disobeyed you today?” She knew the answer, but this was part of the play. “Does it make you want to forgive your poor sub?”
His hand finally moved, fingers sinking into her hair just like she’d known they would. There was a fire in his eyes as he gazed down at her. “I’m going to need more than your hand. You put those lips on me.”
Two could play his word games. She delicately kissed his cock, brushing butterfly busses up his dick. “Like this?”
He actually growled, the sound making her pussy pulse. “No, not like that, you little brat, and you know it.”
She liked this game, liked that they were talking and playing. “How would you like it? Would you like a little lick?”
She lightly traced that vein with her tongue all the way up to the place where his cockhead met, worrying the deep V she found there.
“More, Maddie. I want more.”
She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the cream already coating the tip of his dick. “How much more?”
The hand tightened, and a delicious shiver went through her. “I want it all. Give it to me. Suck me deep.”
Well, the man knew what he wanted. She kissed his cock and then swallowed him up.
A low groan came from Deke’s throat as she worked her mouth around him. She sucked his cock in deep passes, allowing her hand to stroke in time. She licked and sucked until his hold tightened on her hair, and she heard his deep groan as he gently tugged her off.
“I want to be inside you,” Deke said.
She wasn’t about to deny him that request. Maddie kissed him one last time and got to her feet as he fished a condom out of his pocket. He was always prepared. He had that sucker out of the package and on his cock before she could lift her skirt. She eased down on him like he was a stallion she was mounting, and he was. He was a fucking sexual thoroughbred, and she meant to ride him like one.
His hands gripped her slightly sore ass, the pain reminding her of the connection they’d shared in those moments. His cockhead teased her pussy, and she fitted herself to him. Pleasure swamped her as that big dick started to invade.