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control. I couldn’t hold back or hide anything from him, because he could tell from looking at me that I was fighting his possession of me.
     
    He led me up the stairs and down a hall to his bedroom. I couldn’t see anything, in the dark. He placed me gently on the bed and began removing his clothes. I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and tossed it to the floor. He removed his shoes, socks, pants and then his boxer briefs. I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help but notice that he was more endowed than Brett. I would giggle over that later, when I could process something other than how much I wanted him.
     
    “Do you want me?” He asked.
     
    “You know that I do. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here taking this risk.”
     
    He grinned that rougish grin at me and said “If I’m the risk, you’re the reward.”
     
    He sat down on the bed, uncaring about his nudity and gestured for me to raise my arms so that he could pull the tunic over my head.
     
    In a low growl he said “Definitely the reward.”
     
    He removed my bra in a few quick motions and laid me back on the bed. He traced his fingers over my body and I shivered. The heat in his eyes made me catch fire, suddenly I couldn’t wait to touch him or feel his skin on mine. I sat up and pulled him over me running my hands down his back and gasping when his body fully covered mine. He was warm and heavy, his body muscled and strong. I ignored the weight of him, using momentum to roll us so that  I was on top. Our eyes met and he raised a brow, waiting to see what I had in mind.
     
    I grinned at him and got to work. First I kissed him. He’d become acquainted with my body but we hadn’t even shared a kiss yet. I loved kissing. There was something so sultry and sexy about slow, thorough kisses. I teased him with my tongue. I bit and sucked on his lower lip, and ground my hips into his, causing his cock to rub against my pussy. I could feel how hard he was, but he was being very still and patient, letting me have control. I loved the idea of torturing him the way he did me, but I knew there would be more chances for that, and I wasn’t feeling like denying either of us the pleasure of finally having sex.
     
    I let my lips trail down his cheek and to his neck. I discovered that he was sensitive there and that licking and sucking it made him grip my hips and squeeze. I liked that I affected him the same way he affected me.
     
    I licked and kissed my way to his chest where I toyed with is nipples, enjoying his reaction. As I kissed and licked him there I let my hands wander over his body, following the dips and curves of his abs and hips. I used my nails to gently scrape his sides smiling when he jumped a little. I trailed my fingers to his cock where I wrapped my hand around him and moved it firmly up and down. I glanced up at his face and saw him watching me, his jaw tense from holding himself back and letting me do what I wanted. I winked at him and then dipped my head down to lick him from root to tip and swirled my tongue around the top. I heard him gasp then and reveled in my power. I took him into my mouth, sucking and bobbing my head. I used his sounds and movements to tell me which things he liked the most.
     
    He must have been nearer to the edge of control than I thought because one moment he was in my mouth and the next I was on my back and he was above me staring down. He kissed me then, and pushed his pelvis into mine. He moved his mouth to my neck and sucked and kissed, and nibbled his way up to my ear.
     
    He made his way down my neck and to my breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth and rolling the other with his fingers. He moved to the other breast and trailed his fingers down my abdomen and to my pussy pushing his finger into me making me gasp and toss my head back and forth. His touches and kisses were powerful, making me feel powerless.
     
    I was the one on the edge now, forced to surrender control to him again. He