Total Control by Desiree Wilder

his lips and then pulled it back, leaving some of the icing there. He licked it and opened his mouth again. Holy hell! I touched it to his lips again and pulled it away. He licked again, slower this time. Fuck!
    I straddled him. He raised his eyebrows, mouth still open, eyes smiling. I touched his lips again, but that time I licked it off. I wish I had like a gallon of this shit! The next time, I let him take a bite. He chewed very slowly and then swallowed while keeping his eyes on mine. We were very still, staring at each other. Then he slowly opened his mouth again. I dipped my finger in the icing and right before I got it to his waiting mouth, he pulled his head forward and caught it. He closed his eyes and sucked my finger all the way in. I squirmed on his lap. He opened his eyes and I pulled my finger out. He licked his lips and opened his mouth. By that time I had practically squeezed the roll into an unidentified object.
    I tore off the mangled half and took a bite while I gave him a bite of the still recognizable half. We smiled at each other while we chewed. When we took our last bites I said, “ Thanks for breakfast.”
    “You’re welcome. Thanks for sharing.”
    “My pleasure.”
    “When do we have to pick up the girls and head to the airport?”
    I glanced at his watch. “In a couple of hours.”
    “Are you as turned on as I am?”
    “More!” I said and immediately kissed his delicious lips. He put his hands up my shirt and pressed them flat against my back. I had mine in his soft, thick mane and was scratching his scalp gently. He tasted sugary and was slightly sticky. “Mmm. You’re delicious,” I said.
    “I was thinking th e same about you.” He smiled, “Wanna try something new?”
    I got nervous butterflies. “ Um, maybe. Half the things we’ve done have been new to me and you’ve never asked me that question before, so I’m a little nervous.”
    He got a curious expression . “What do you mean half the stuff we’ve done was new to you?”
    My face turned red . “Lex was sort of, um, well, he liked the standard position most of the time.”
    “Oh, okay, and what did Gia like?” He tipped his head to the side and waited for the answer that he already knew.
    “Gia…well, she just liked making her husband happy.” I looked down.
    “Gia’s husband really missed out, didn’t he? There he was, with a beautiful wife who cared more about his wants and needs than her own, yet he couldn’t even make love to her the way she wanted. ” He lifted my chin and kissed my lips. “I know what you want.” He kissed my neck. “I know what you need.” He lifted my shirt off. “I know what you like.” He kissed my breasts. “I know what you love,” he whispered in my ear. I got goose bumps and my nipples hardened. Yes, he knew all those things about me. He knew better than anyone.
    Ethan laid me down on the bed. I watched as h e took off his shirt and jeans. My eyes went to his package, which bulged beneath his form fitting boxer briefs. I took a deep breath as my eyes traveled slowly up his defined abs to his firm chest to his strong jawline to his gorgeous face. I sighed. “You’re so sexy.”
    He slowly climbed on top of me. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist. “Mmm, that feels good,” I whispered as his bulge pressed against me. I raised my hips to feel him harder. He pulled his hips back and pressed against me again.
    “You alw ays feel good,” he whispered. “It doesn’t get any better than you.”
    As we made out , we covered every inch of the bed. We rolled around playfully, not hard and fast like teenagers, but slow and easy, like two people who knew they were going to miss the hell out of each other for the next month. We both had our undies on and it felt innocent, yet we were unbelievably turned on. I loved the way he kissed me. Kissing like that was, in my opinion, one of the most intimate things between lovers, even more so than sex. You can really tell