Yours Book 3: Life Mastered by Blue Saffire

and sit up straighter. I stretch one of my legs forward and point my toes as if to let him know that is the spot I want him to stop in.
    I relish in the feel of power as I watch Nick crawl to me in slow motion like a panther spotting his prey. It is just natural to him, inbred into every cell, every pore, but what he doesn’t see is that I will be the one that pounces.
    Or maybe he does. The smile that curves the corners of his lips tells me he does. His green eyes tell me that he is ready, and the stiff rod between his legs tells me that he is more than willing.
    He stops right before me, sitting back onto his heels. I drag the tips of my toes from his left thigh to his chest. I watch his eyes drop hungrily to the apex of my thighs.
    I tilt my head at him and lick my lips. “I’m hungry, Nicholas. Feed me, you can start with the grapes. They look delicious,” I purr with confidence I never knew I had.
    “Yes, my Queen,” Nick replies with no hesitation. He reaches for the platter of fruit and grabs a bunch of grapes.
    I drop my foot from his chest and let my legs fall open as I welcome him in between them. Nick moves right into the waiting space and lifts the first grape to my lips. I take it into my mouth. I moan and roll my eyes as the taste of the delicious juicy grape bursts in my mouth.
    Nick bites his lip as he continues to feed me the grapes. I can see the struggle in his eyes. I continue to munch on the grapes like I have all the time in the world.
    “I’ve had enough,” I say and fan the grapes away. “I want you to have something to eat, Nicholas. Can you do that for me?”
    “Yes, my Queen,” he rasps.
    “Good, because I want you to make a meal out of my pussy,” I say with a straight face.
    I watch Nick’s jaw drop and his nostrils flare. I have never been so bold in my words. He is always trying to get me to use dirty talk.
    I watch his eyes go from a dark green to nearly black. I should have known he would take his orders literally. Nick gets rid of the rest of the grapes and reaches for a bottle of caramel syrup I had not noticed.
    He wraps an arm around my waist and drags my hips to the edge of the chair. His hand then glides back around my waist and down my leg, until he gets to my ankle and he lifts my leg onto his shoulder.
    Nick takes the caramel sauce and makes a trail from my inner thigh down to the apex of my thighs. Putting the bottle down, he turns his attention to my caramel covered flesh. I really have to learn to be mindful of what I ask for.
    Nick starts to flick his tongue over the caramel in circular motions as he makes his way from my knee to my mound. Every now and then he sucks on my skin pulling a moan from my lips. I am so wet by the time he does make it to the sticky sauce, dipping into my own juices.
    “Yes,” I moan out when his tongue finally flicks over my clit. I buck my hips wanting more.
    Nick doesn’t give in to devouring my core, however. He reaches for the caramel, before reaching for my other leg and repeating it all again. When he makes his way to my core, this time, I have plans.
    I lock my fingers in his hair and hold him in place. Nick groans into my heat, but he starts the feast I commanded him to have. It feels like his mouth and tongue are everywhere. One minute he is lapping at my folds that next he is sucking on my clit, and then he is tonguing my core.
    It feels so good, and it is exactly what I need. My legs start to quiver on his shoulders, and I know I am so close, but I want him inside me before I come. I tug his hair, and his head lifts for his eyes to meet mine.
    “Fuck me,” I breathe.
    Nick growls. He slips through my legs until he is chest to chest with me. My legs lock tightly around his waist. I can feel his erection nudging at my center. I wiggle my hips, and he pushes forward.
    I reach for his hair and tug his head back. His eyes lock on mine as he works his hips, but I am controlling the pace with the hold my thighs have on him. He is