I part my lips, taking his fingers into my mouth—tasting myself, and tasting him.“Sit up,” he says, drawing his fingers back in slow motion.I part my lips just enough to drag against his skin, leaving a wet, lingering sound as his fingers slips away.I obey, facing him like an obedient penitent.He unbuckles his belt and I hate that he’s doing it himself. Usually, I love being the one who undoes a man, piece by piece.But here, apparently I don't call the shots.I should hate that.Instead I find myself settling into it, waiting for his next command.He pulls the leather from his loops, folds it, and lets it hit the floor. Then he tilts his chin, summoning me.I smile and place my palms against his chest, feeling the heat beneath his shirt as my fingers trail downward. I stop at his navel.Leaning in, I press my face against his skin and let the tip of my tongue trace the hollow of his belly button.His hands find my hair, his grip firm, as my fingers trail downward and stop above t
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