"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Fifty-One.

Tanya's POV.

He obediently lay down on the grass, his body sprawled out, completely exposed and vulnerable to me.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, anticipation, and a hint of something almost subservient.

I stood, looking down at him, my heart thrumming in my chest.

He looked so.. delicious like this, lying on the grass, at my mercy.

For a moment, I just stood there, taking in the image.

Finally, I knelt down, straddling his hips.

His breath hitched at the feel of me straddled across him, his hands moving instinctively to my waist.

"Fuck, Sweetheart," He murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You drive me crazy.."

I let out a soft laugh, loving the way his voice sounded, full of need.

I leaned down, my face hovering just a breath away from his.

"And we've barely started," I whispered, my breath hot against his skin.

His hands tightened on my waist as he let out a low growl, his body tensing beneath me.

"Please," He whispered, his voice a hoarse plea. "Do whatever you want to me."

I revelled in the power I had over him, the way he was completely at my mercy.

I leaned down, my lips hovering just above his neck.

I could feel the rapid beat of his pulse against my lips, a tangible sign of his desire.

"Anything?" I asked, my voice a teasing whisper.

He let out another low growl, his body arching up towards me, seeking contact.

"Anything," He repeated, his voice ragged. "Take what you want from me, Sweetheart."

The words sent another shiver through me, the raw desire in his voice stoking the fire within me.

I let my lips trail down his neck, leaving a lingering kiss just below his ear.

"Be careful what you wish for," I whispered against his skin.

"Argh.. I'm not complaining," He groaned, his body writhing under mine.

His hands moved from my waist to my thighs, gripping them tightly, his touch possessive and needy.

I continued to explore his body with my lips and tongue, tracing a path down his jawline and over his collarbone.

He tasted like fire and sin, and I couldn't get enough.

"So beautiful.." He whispered, his eyes tracing my every move as I explored his body.

He shivered as I ran my tongue across a sensitive spot on his collarbone, his body arching up towards me.

His reactions only fueled me forward, making me want to push him further, see just how far I could take him.

I slowly began to move down his body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in my wake.

He let out another low moan, his hands still gripping my thighs, his body taut like a bowstring.

The sounds he made were like music to my ears, driving me onward, the need to please him overwhelming.

I moved down, my lips travelling lower, over his stomach.