Page 67 of Forgetting the Enemy
“Actually,” I reply with a tease. “I might have an idea of something.”
“Oh, yeah?” he says as he nuzzles against my ear.
“Oh, yeah.” I stand from the couch and reach for his hand. “Come with me,” I say huskily.
I lead him into the bedroom and walk him toward the massive king-size bed. I begin by pulling his shirt from his jeans. After placing my hands underneath it, I move them along his beautifully defined abs. He reaches down to grasp my shirt, but I shoo him away.
“No,” I say.
“No?”
“It’s my turn to play.” I pull his shirt up, encouraging him to help me get it over his head.
He gets what I am trying to do and takes his shirt, then pulls it over his head. “So you want to be in charge?”
“I do,” I reply and bat my eyes at him.
He chuckles but takes his hands and grips them together behind his back.
“Thank you,” I say. I undo his belt and slowly slide it through the loops and remove it. After undoing the button on his jeans, I graze my hands along his pant line across his abdomen. He moans. I reach for the zipper and begin to pull, but he brings his hand up and stops me. I look at him disappointed.
“Before you go any further, I need to know something,” he says. I nod, and he continues. “Am I eventually gonna get to touch you? And before you answer, let me add that if you don’t want me to touch you and you want to be in control, I can respect that. But you need to remember you’re caging the beast. The next time we’ll be together will be our wedding night, and really, Zaira, do you want the wild animal on your wedding night?”
I look at him and act as if I’m in deep thought contemplating my choices. Then I go back to his zipper, pull it down, and remove his jeans and boxers as he assists me in stepping out of them. Lingering on the beauty of his body, my eyes travel from his dick up his chiseled abdomen and go back to where I started. He looks back at me eagerly as I take his hands and position them behind his back.
“I’ll take the wild animal,” I say and push him onto the bed. “Lie on top of your hands and keep them there.”
“Oh, baby, you’re gonna be sorry for that choice.”
“I don’t think so,” I reply adamantly. “Other than agreeing to marry you, I think it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.”
Frustrated by the outcome, he grumbles and does as I asked him. He maneuvers his hands securely behind his back. My eyes scan his body, and my mouth begins to water. He’s naked and beautiful.
My hands grasp the bottom of my tank top. Slowly, I lift it over my head, exposing my pink lace bra. Michael lies on the bed and stares at me as I reach for the button on my jeans. After undoing it and then the zipper, I slowly shimmy out of them. I’m left standing there in just my bra and panties, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he wants more. And who am I to deny him? After I remove my underwear, I climb onto the bed on my hands and knees. I crawl on top of him and straddle him. My body is poised for the taking, and although I want him inside me more than anything, I decide to play this out.
“Well, baby, you’ve got me here now. What are you gonna do with me?” he asks.
“Tease you,” I say as my fingers lightly run over his skin. I rise up onto my knees and lean over him, my nipples hard against his chest. Once I lean farther, I press my lips against his neck and slowly trail down his chest until I reach his nipple. I nip at it and then graze it with my teeth. He moans, and I can see it is taking everything in him to keep himself restrained.
I gather that Michael is the type of man who is always used to being in control. And seeing him in this state, where I am in control and having him at my mercy, is intoxicating. Now, I think it is important to note here that I do realize he could easily take over and have me flat on my back in seconds, but the fact he is letting me take charge is the important thing.
My lips move down his torso until I reach his happy trail and the beautifully defined “V” pointing directly at his cock. I purposely avoid any contact with it as I lick along his pelvic bone.
“Babe. I’m really trying here, darling, but if you keep that up, I’m not sure how much more I can take,” he says huskily.
Without hesitating, my mouth descends on him. After taking him deep into my mouth, I pull back slowly and make a point to use my tongue to massage his tip. He growls as he bucks his hips toward me, begging for more.
I take him back in my mouth, all the way back to my throat, and begin sucking. He finds a rhythm and begins fucking my mouth. I slide my hands up his legs until I reach his balls and massage them while sucking him base to tip. I can feel him growing harder in my mouth and prepare myself because I know he’s about to climax. It doesn’t take more than a little more effort on my part, and Michael comes hard. I swallow every drop, and I am pleased with myself that I could give him so much pleasure.
“Oh God, baby, that was amazing,” Michael says through heavy breaths.
“I’m not done yet.” I crawl up his body and kiss him full on the mouth.
He kisses me back, and I can feel his cock getting hard again, nudging into my belly. “Can I touch you now?”
I breathe audibly. “Yes.”
Before I know it his hands are free, and he grabs my neck and claims my mouth, kissing me deep. He reaches and grabs my ass and flips us over so that I’m now lying on my back. I knew it wouldn’t take much.
