Chapter 31. Florian #2
He took his time, undressing me with patience, pausing to kiss me, even though I wanted him to devour me.
Then, it was my turn, and I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to get at his skin.
He let me, watching me struggle. When I got frustrated, he took over, stripping off his shirt and tossing it onto the chair in the corner.
He covered me with his body, heavy and solid.
I dug my nails into his back, hard enough that he hissed.
I loved that sound. It made me feel powerful, even when he weighed twice what I did, even with his arms braced on either side of my head, pinning me without any real pressure.
I loved how he let me fight, let me try to turn the tide for a second, just to prove I could.
“You're possessive today, aren't you, brat?” he asked, and I loved it. “Let me see how bold you are.”
I slid my hand between our bodies, palming Knox through his pants. He was already hard, but I squeezed him anyway, just to feel the power in my grip. He growled in his throat and bit my jaw, not hard enough to hurt but enough to remind me who was really in charge.
Then, he narrowed his eyes, lips curving into that half-smile that always made my stomach flip. "Look at you, testing boundaries even in paradise," he said.
I wriggled out from under him, or tried to, but he caught my wrist and dragged me back down. I yelped and he laughed, then flipped me easily, so I was facedown, cheek smashed into the pillow.
"You want to be in charge tonight?" he asked, tracing a slow line down my spine with a single finger, like a fucking predator.
“Yes, Daddy," I said, daring him. "Can I? Please."
“That doesn't sound very dominant of you, does it?”
“You want dominant? Fine. Hands off, Daddy! Do as I say!”
That made him laugh, loud. Then, he hummed in deep consideration and lay on me so all his weight pressed me into the mattress. His mouth found the bare skin where my shoulder met my neck, and he bit me again, not too hard, and then soothed it with his tongue.
"Go ahead," he whispered to my ear, bringing goosebumps to my skin, then freed my arms and rolled onto his back, folding his hands behind his head. He spread his legs, his entire posture an invitation. "Let’s see what you do with your freedom."
For a moment, I froze, unsure if he really meant it.
He arched one eyebrow, the old predator look and smirked. "Tick tock, prince."
So, I crawled up over him, climbing his body until I straddled him, knees sunk into the mattress on either side of his hips.
His cock strained his pants, and I stared at the outline, debating if I wanted to tease him or just tear into him.
I compromised by dipping my head so my hair dragged over the bulge, before looking up at him and grinning.
He met my eyes, hungry but patient, letting me play out whatever scenario I wanted.
I unzipped his pants with both hands, arching my back to show off a little, and then freed him. His cock was thick and hot in my palm. I stroked him once, twice, and he groaned, still refusing to touch me.
I ducked down, licking the head, swirling my tongue around the tip. His thighs tensed, his hips coming up off the bed, but he kept his hands exactly where he'd put them.
He could have flipped me, would, in a second, if I slipped too far, but for now, he let me be in charge.
I worked him with my mouth, slow and deep, the way I knew he liked, my tongue flat against the underside, my lips tight around the shaft.
Every time he moaned, I felt a streak of pride, and also a streak of want, and I couldn't decide what I wanted more, to get him off or to make him break his own rules and take control again.
I started jerking myself with my free hand, forgetting to be subtle, and made a mess of pre-come all over my bare thigh. I was so desperate, so out of my mind, I couldn't focus on anything except the heat of his cock and the taste of him and the way he watched me the entire time, eyes dark.
He was close, and I knew it, but then he sat up, one hand in my hair, and pulled me off his cock with a gentle grip.
"Christ, you're going to be the death of me."
"You said I was in charge," I said, breathless. “Let me make you cum, please!”
He chuckled again, looking at me with a wild kind of hunger. "And I am acknowledging defeat, little prince." He kissed me, soft, tasting himself on my tongue. "But I want to finish inside you. Will you let me, please?”
My brain short-circuited a little at the ‘please’. He was still letting me have my way, in the cutest way, just because he said he would.
I nodded and crawled up into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as he laid us back, his hands smoothing up my sides, my chest. He got the lube from the nightstand, because of course, even on the Amalfi Coast, he had lube in the nightstand.
“Daddy?” I asked. He smiled at me.
“Yes, angel?”
“Can you be in charge again? I'm tired of it,” I said, fully riding the high of how pathetic admitting that was. He laughed again, and I loved to make him laugh.
“Of course, sweetheart. Daddy is here,” he said, making my heart flutter.
He started working me open with thick, perfect fingers.
It hurt so fucking bad, in a terrible, perfect, delicious way.
He took his time prepping me, scissoring his fingers, twisting them just enough to make my toes curl, never pushing until I whined for more.
Each time he slid his fingers deeper, I felt my mind fuzz out a few notches, the ache and stretch mingling with the warm swirl of limoncello and jet lag.
When he finally lined up, it was slow, a fraction of an inch at a time.
I couldn't breathe. The world shrank to the slide of his cock and the deep, measured breaths against my neck.
My hands scrabbled for something to hold, the pillow, his wrist, and he let me cling, his body so solid above mine, his scent everywhere.
He fucked me like he had all the time in the world, rolling his hips in slow, relentless waves, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my thigh, spreading me wide so he could drive in as deep as he wanted.
It hurt so good I couldn't stop shaking.
Every time I tried to squirm away, he followed, pinning me open and pressing his chest to mine until I couldn't remember how to speak at all.
"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, voice thick.
I tried to say something back, but all that came out was a drawn-out, pathetic moan.
He kept at it, rolling in deep, until my whole body was a live wire.
He shifted his angle just a little, and I saw stars. He knew exactly where and how to do it.
"Please, Daddy, I want to come. Please let me," I begged, no shame at all.
"Do it," he growled, and as soon as he said it, only three more thrusts and I did, coming untouched, so hard it left me dizzy. He followed with a grunt, clutching me to his chest, his whole body flexing around me.
When it was over, we collapsed together. I nuzzled my face into the hollow of his shoulder, breathing him in, half asleep even as I tried to hold onto the moment as long as possible.