Chapter Six #4
“I control the pace,” she said.
“You do.”
“And the angle.”
“Yes.”
She placed one of my hands at her waist and guided the other between us.
“Here.”
My fingers found her clit.
Talia rose a few inches and lowered again. Her pussy gripped my cock.
I circled her clit while she rode me, holding my shoulders. She changed the angle and drove herself lower, taking my cock deeper.
“There?” I asked when she gasped.
“Yes.”
I kept rubbing while she worked herself harder against me.
Her nails pressed into my shoulders. “You’re holding back.”
“You’re leading.”
“That doesn’t mean you become furniture.”
I caught the back of her neck and kissed her. Talia moaned into my mouth as her rhythm quickened.
“Keep touching me,” she said.
“I will.”
“Tell me I’m good at this.”
“You’re fucking perfect.”
Her eyes darkened. “Almost too sweet.”
“You want something dirtier?”
“Yes.”
I sped the circles over her clit. “You look beautiful riding my cock.”
Talia shuddered.
“Again.”
“Look at you taking exactly what you want.”
Her pussy clenched around me.
I held her more firmly as her rhythm faltered.
“Jonah.”
“I’ve got you.”
She drove herself down and cried out against my shoulder. Her pussy pulsed around my cock while I kept my fingers on her clit.
Talia clung to me, trembling until the tension eased from her thighs.
I kissed the side of her neck. “Need a second?”
“I’m excellent.”
“You answered a different question.”
“I was planning to praise it.”
She laughed against my skin, and the vibration tightened her around me.
I groaned.
Talia lifted her head. “You didn’t come.”
“No.”
“Because you were holding back.”
“Because you were leading.”
“I’m still leading.”
She lifted herself carefully, and my cock slipped free.
Talia braced her palms on my shoulders until her feet were steady, then turned off the water.
The bathroom went quiet except for our breathing and the slow drip from the showerhead.
I reached for a towel.
She caught my wrist. “I’m not finished.”
My cock stayed hard between my thighs. “I noticed.”
Talia lowered herself between my knees and wrapped one hand around the base.
She licked the head while she watched my face.
“Fuck, Talia.”
“That’s the response I wanted.”
She took me into her mouth.
Her lips slid down my cock while her hand worked what she couldn’t fit. I gripped the edge of the bench.
Talia pulled back, then took me deeper, her tongue working the underside.
I reached toward her curls.
Talia caught my wrist. “My pace.”
“Your pace.”
She guided my hand to her shoulder. “You can hold on.”
I curled my fingers there.
Talia returned her mouth to my cock and worked me faster.
My hips shifted before I stopped them.
She looked up without releasing me.
“You can move,” she said when she lifted her head. “You don’t have to become furniture either.”
I laughed once, rough and breathless.
Then she took me again.
I followed the rhythm she set. Within seconds, I touched the side of her face. “I’m close.”
She hummed around me.
“Talia.”
She didn’t stop.
I came with a groan, my cock pulsing against her tongue. Talia held me through it and swallowed before easing back.
My fingers trembled once against her shoulder.
She sat on her heels and wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb. “Was that enough following?”
I pulled her up and kissed her. “You can lead whenever you want.”
“That’s an excellent policy.”
Steam clouded the mirror.
I wrapped a towel around Talia and used another on myself. She picked up the red dress as we left the bathroom and hung it from the bedroom door.
“You need water,” she said.
“So do you.”
“I already drank mine.”
“You drank it before the shower.”
“You’re learning.”
Talia put on one of my clean shirts while I dragged on lounge pants and brought two glasses of water from the kitchenette.
She sat against the headboard with her curls damp and tangled, bare legs stretched across the sheet.
Her diamonds remained in the handbag on the table. The red dress hung from the bedroom door again.
I handed her a glass.
Talia drank half, then rested it on the nightstand.
“Daddy is going to call tomorrow,” she said.
“Probably.”
“He may call tonight.”
“Will you answer?”
“If I’m awake.”
“He won’t like that.”
“He’ll survive.”
She studied me. “You aren’t worried?”
“I’m worried about several things.”
“Which ones?”
“Money, school applications, winter roads, internet, and how much closet space you think exists in this room.”
Talia glanced toward the dresser. “One drawer isn’t a sustainable arrangement.”
“Agreed.”
“You said you wanted a partner.”
“I do.”
“And to build a life with me.”
“Yes.”
“And my schoolwork on the table.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You implied educational materials.”
“I’ll build another shelf.”
“That’s a promising start.”
She set down the glass and moved closer.
I lifted my arm, and Talia settled against my chest.
The fan stirred cooler air over our damp skin.
For several minutes, neither of us spoke.
Then she looked toward the bedroom door, where the red dress hung again.
“You’re going to need a bigger closet.”
I pulled her closer. “We’ll build one.”