𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | +𝟏𝟖

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐈

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My hands rested flat on Clay's lower abdomen, my thighs straddling his hips. His body content ly warmed my cold thighs and hands, his amusement evident in the way his head tilted up at me and the grin on his lips displayed freely.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked. He hummed a short response, and I licked my lips, "Can I be in control this time?" His eyebrow raised and the grin on his lips faded.

"You want to be in control?" He asked. I nodded, smoothening my hands across his abs. His eyes squinted, "To what extent?"

"No bondage if that's what your wondering," I reassured. "Yet."

"Yeah, no," he denied, his hands going to my thighs to give them a small, momentary squeeze.

My eyebrows furrowed, "Why not?"

"Because I know you'll want to pin my hands down, and I can't let that happen. There's no way you're going to fuck me and not let me touch you."

I guess I do need to pull out the seductive card.

Lowering myself to level my face with his, his eyes glinted in intrigue and curiosity. "Are you sure you don't want me to take control for once? Let me please you without you having to do any work," my voice was lower, closer to a whisper but not quite. "Please?"

"No."

My seductive smile faded, and my voice shifted to a light whisper. "But I can make you feel so good," I trailed my hand up to the side of his face, brushing his soft cheek with the back of my index finger. "And it would make me so happy."

He didn't respond yet, just watched as I leaned closer to place my lips along his throat. I lightly sucked a small hue underneath his jawline, my eyes fluttering closed whilst his hands remained on my thighs, brushing and squeezing them ever so often.

I lightly grounded my hips onto his, earning a small hum of surprise from him.

I kissed down his chest, down his abs, and stopped at the top of his black boxer briefs. I looked up at him whilst my fingers played with the thin edge of the waistband and my lips planted across his bulge through the fabric. I may not be able to dominate him today, but I felt my need for him beneath my panties.

I pulled his cock out from the thin, soft fabric. Stroking him, I watched as he let out a low hum. His hand lifted to the side of my face to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

I stuck my tongue out and licked from the base up, my eyes on his hooded ones. He hissed slightly when my lips wrapped around the head of his cock and sucked. His tongue ran across his lower lip, his teeth light grazing it. "Let me take control this time, Clay," I whispered, taking half of him in my mouth.

He let out a breath as his hand went underneath his head, his bicep flexing as he let himself relax whilst my wrists twisted when stroking him.

I removed one hand from his length and trailed it underneath me, circling my clit. I moaned softly around him. Hesitantly, I looked up at him for his reaction to me touching myself. Expecting to see narrowed eyes in a silent warning, I was proven wrong. His lips were agape, and he wasn't caring that I was touching myself when not told to.