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I flip him around and he lets me, pulling me into a straddling position. “Say the magic word.”

He tugs my bra off. “Now.”

“No, that’s not the one.”

He falls back on the bed with a long-suffering sigh. “This is not a proportional response, Blair.”

“It’s that hard to say, is it?”

“No, it’s just very, very hard.” He rolls his hips for added emphasis, and yes, it most definitely is.

I decide to take pity on him. For one, I want to be in control. It’s time to prove that this an equal playing field.

But more importantly… the smile on his face is one to keep.

“We’ll have to work on your manners,” I say, moving down to undo his zipper. He groans as my nails rake him through the fabric.

“Please,” he says.

“Please,” I say. The word burns on the way out, but it’s nothing compared to the now painful ache of my cock. Having tasted her, teased her, seen her…

I need her.

Blair smiles and pulls down the zipper to my pants. My view is even better from this angle-the curves of her collarbones, the glory of her round breasts, the flared hips. She’s wearing nothing but those pathetically small panties, and they’re still pushed to the side.

The perfection of her is near overwhelming. Seattle’s golden socialite, perfect hostess, style icon.

She has a smattering of tiny birthmarks on her right hip. I know that now. I wonder how many others do.

Looking up at me, she runs her finger along the outline of my cock through my boxers. It feels good, but the smile on her face at my answering groan feels even better.

It chases away any lingering thoughts that I’d been too rough in the closet the other day. No, every time I’m foolish enough to think of Blair Porter as someone fragile, someone to be careful around, she disavows me of that notion.

She always goes toe to toe and eye to eye.

Blair finally pulls my boxers down and closes her hand around me. The grip is teasing in its faintness, and I must have made some sort of sound, because she looks up at me.

“You’re big,” she comments. And damn it, but the matter-of-factness in her voice makes me feel ten feet tall. She’s stating it like a fact-not a compliment.

“Yeah.” The next words come through gritted teeth as she begins to stroke. “Did I hurt you the other day?”

“No,” she says, and I resist the urge to smile. Blair would never admit to that, even if I had. “It’ll just take getting used to.”

Again, the swell of pure masculine pride that courses through me is overwhelming. It’s not an emotion I’m proud of, but it’s there, and damn if it doesn’t make me grow even harder. “Something else we’ll have to practice on,” I say.

And then her hand is replaced by something warm and wet and I look down to find her lips around me.

It takes everything I am to force myself to lie still and endure. Golden hair spills around her, on my thighs and stomach, covering me in beauty. I reach out and it slips through my fingers like silk.

“Blair…”

She doesn’t respond, but honey-brown eyes lift to meet mine. Seeing her like that is enough to send need pounding down my spine again. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a woman this much.

“Fuck.” The word slips out. She’s moving faster now, and her mouth is enthusiastic and warm and damn when her tongue moves like that…C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“See?” I mumble. “This is how you enjoy oral.”

She releases me just long enough to shoot me a disparaging look. “Thank you, sensei,” she says, her voice dripping with syrupy sarcasm, and I bark a laugh. Then her mouth is back and I’m not thinking anymore.

The urge to keep going is strong. To fist a hand in her hair, to take what she’s offering for as long as it takes. The idea of finishing inside her mouth is enough to make my balls twitch.

But we have practicing to do. And it’s Blair, and it’s only the second time, and I’m supposed to show her why this is a good idea and should absolutely continue.

I reach down and grip her shoulders. I need her beneath me, her legs wrapped around me, to see her eyes as I push in.

“Inside you,” I tell her. It’s no effort at all to pull her up, her lithe body against mine. I tug her flimsy panties down her legs and off. Pretty as they are, she’s far, far prettier.

But when I move to turn us over, she twists in my arms. “No.”

She returns to her straddle instead. Seeing the protest in my eyes, she puts a hand on my chest and pushes. “Stay.”

I groan at the command but… amazingly, I obey. The angle does give me the most stunning visual as she rises up, gripping my cock, guiding it inside. I grab her hips and help her sink slowly down.

Inch after inch of me disappears.

I don’t know what’s best-the look in her eyes as I stretch her out or the tight, warm heat of her surrounding me. Together they bring my blood to a boil.

“Oh yes,” she sighs. “I’ll get used to you.”

“All you need is practice.” I reach down and rub my thumb against the top of her, igniting her own pleasure again. Blair’s soft moans are the only sound as she begins to move, her hips sliding up and down on me. Her hair is a golden halo around her.

“You’re not used to being ridden,” she says, as if that’s not a ludicrous statement, as if it doesn’t send measures of unease and lust through me at the same time.

So that’s what this is about?

She wants to be in control?

If she thinks this position is one where I’m at a disadvantage, she has it all wrong.

I reach up and cup her breasts. Her nipples immediately stand to attention, begging for my mouth. Rising up to suck her nipple into my mouth is simple enough.

So is tugging at her hair, kissing her skin, letting my hands run over the impossible softness of her. It’s not long before she’s down on her elbows and her hair is a curtain around us as I’m kissing her, holding her, my hips thrusting from beneath.

And when it’s over, as pleasure spreads from my spine to my legs after my own release, she drapes herself over me. I wrap my arms around her and feel the beating of her heart, hearing the echo of my own in my ears.

“Well,” she murmurs, “I think I’ll enjoy this kind of practice.”

I close my eyes and don’t let myself consider what we’ve done, what this will lead to, how it’ll inevitably end. The disappointment in Cole’s eyes-the disappointment in Blair’s eyes.