Taking control
The sex memories of Crissy
She didn’t want to be there. She had told herself she wouldn’t come back. She had repeated it while she dressed, drove, and walked up his front steps. But as she knew she would, she’d returned.
He told her she would. There was more between them than just a one-night stand. She wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl anyway, but being with him was much too intense.
He demanded and took what he wanted, and he seemed to be able to know how much she could give. He’d pushed past her barriers, leaving her naked and wanting more.
He was like no other lover she’d ever had. And she had a sinking feeling like she’d ever had.
And he had an addiction. She couldn’t stop thinking about him.
No one had ever touched her the way he had. Oh, she wasn’t a virgin, but he was able to demand responses from her that no other man had. She’d never been a screamer. Actually, she thought that was overrated and done by women who were faking.
But she’d screamed that night. It had been torn out of her throat like that of a wild animal.
How could she just give that up? Only had one night of the most erotic passion she’d ever experienced? She couldn’t. That was why she was here now. She couldn’t leave it for just one night.
Was the thrill of meeting a stranger at a bar and returning to his home knowing she would be leaving early the next day without knowing much about him, or was he right? Was there more between them than just a one-night stand?
He didn’t look surprised to find her standing at his door. His warm smile greeted her, turning her stomach into a bundle of nerves. The lust in his eyes was apparent as he raked his eyes over her entire body.
Heat followed as his eyes caressed her, and she had to stop herself from jumping him.
He didn’t say he knew she’d return, even though he had. He just held the door open wider, letting her in.
She looked absolutely edible in a short black skirt and two-inch heels. She had dressed carefully for tonight, and it pleased him. He’d waited three weeks for her return. Many times, he’d almost gone after her. But he knew if she came back to him on her own, it would be better. It would be her submitting to him completely.
That thought had his erection jumping.
She walked behind him as he led her to the living room. He had the fire going already, and she felt herself start to relax.
“Stand in front of the fire and warm yourself while I pour you a drink.” He told her he was speaking for the first time that night.
She immediately followed his order, moving closer to the burning embers.
He smiled to himself as he poured the drink.
She was nervously wringing her hands, but he knew soon she’d be giving herself over willingly, begging for him to take her.
Taking the drink to her, he stood close. Intimately close. Watching as she delicately sipped.
Her eyes watched him over the rim of the crystal glass. His never left hers.
When she finished it, he took it from her hand, placing it on the nearest table.
His eyes were still meeting hers when he dipped his head and took possession of her mouth.
It was just a brush of the lips. Leaving her wanting more. She leaned into him, as he’d wanted.
He pulled back slowly. “You’re sure about this?”
A faint blush stained her cheeks, but she nodded.
“I won’t let you just sneak out in the morning. If we do this, it will not be only for tonight.” He finished that declaration with a brush of his fingertips over her lips.
She licked her lips as if she would be able to taste him. “I’m sure.”
With a hand in her hair, he yanked her to him. She gasped in surprise, and he took advantage, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Moaning, she held on to his shoulders. Yes. This is what she wanted. For him to take control. Leaving her able to give up everything with no worries. Trusting in him to keep her safe while she let go.
He didn’t rip her clothes off, which she would have begged for. She wanted him hard, fast, and now.
Instead, he removed every piece of clothing slowly. Kissing every inch of her bare flesh as it was exposed. Leaving her in only her stockings and heels, he walked her over to the wingback chair.
“This is what you want?”
“Yes.”
He positioned her over her arm. Exposing every intimate inch of her.
“You’re giving yourself over to being completely.”
He ran a finger over her hot, wet folds.
“Yes.” She moaned out.
He’d never heard such sweet words.
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