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“You’re going to kill me.” He thumped his head against the mirror and closed his eyes, taking one deep breath after another.
I dragged my hands up and down the outside of his legs, hoping the touch would calm him. “Do you hate this?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
He nodded.
“Why?”
Rose groaned, banging his head against the mirror again. I already knew the answer, but it was important forhimto know the answer. And it was important to me that he be able to understand it and verbalize it. I had no problem taking the lead and driving things in the bedroom. In fact, I very much preferred it. But it was important to me that my partner knew what they wanted and weren't scared to ask for it. It was so easy for me to sometimes get lost in my own world, in my own head. I knew how to get myself off, knew how to get him off, but I wanted it to be more than that. I wanted the depths of the exploration that could come with love and trust and respect, because if we didn’t have that, what was the point of being in a relationship?
“I don’t feel like I have a right,” he finally confessed.
“Do you not have rights to everything here? With me? Is my body not yours to command however you want?”
“I thought you were the Dom,” he said, opening his eyes and seeking me out in the mirror. “Thought you did the directing here.”
“My job is to serve,” I reminded him.
“There’s no way around this, is there?” Rose groaned again, but even with the resistance, his cock was still long and thick, leaking precum from the tip and smearing it across the mirror.
“If you want me to stop, we can stop.”
“That feels less fun,” he grumbled.
Laughing, I pressed a kiss against the sharp jut of his hip bone and worked my way back between his legs.
“You’re not wrong,” I agreed.
Rose inhaled a deep breath and let it out, flexing his toes against the floor and shifting his weight from foot to foot. With my face squarely behind his ass, I felt the change in his posture when he reared back enough to keep his own face in focus. Another series of deep breaths and a few beads of sweat that trickled down the small of his back, and then he was ready.
“Mr. Galloway,” Rose whimpered and I hummed an approving sound in the back of my throat.
“Yes, baby?”
“Lick my asshole, and then…then kiss it with…”
I licked him like he asked, then sealed my mouth around his rim with a sloppy and wet kiss.
“Like that, yeah. Oh, fuck.”
Rose let out a slew of curses under his breath and I kissed him until my jaw ached, open-mouthed with a tease of my tongue around the rim of his hole.
“With tongue,” he pleaded. “Wet like that with tongue and… oh…”
I swirled my tongue around his hole and them pressed past the tight muscle to get inside of him that way. With my hands still bracketed around his slim waist, fingers almost touching beneath his navel, I speared my tongue into him, kissing and licking him until his thighs began to shake and his words had devolved into moans and sighs.
Even though they were the prettiest noises I’d ever heard, that hadn’t been our deal.
I pulled back and withdrew my tongue, ghosting my breath over all the wetness I’d left behind while I waited for him to give me my next instruction.
“Are you going to fuck me?” he asked.
“With what?”
“Anything.” Rose laughed, weak and shaky. “Your mouth, your cock.”
