I obeyed, settling in the center of his large bed, watching as he unbuckled his belt and removed his jeans. His boxers did little to hide his arousal, and I felt a flush of heat spread through me.
"You're overdressed," he observed, crawling onto the bed with the predatory grace of a man completely comfortable in his own skin.
His fingers made quick work of my jeans, sliding them down my legs and tossing them aside. When his hands returned to mybody, they were deliberate, commanding—skimming over my skin with just enough pressure to make me arch into his touch.
"Dion," I breathed, reaching for him.
"Patience," he murmured, capturing both my wrists in one large hand and pinning them above my head. "I've been thinking about this since I first saw you. I'm going to take my time."
The dominance in his gesture sent a thrill through me. With my arms restrained, I was completely at his mercy—and somehow, that felt more freeing than anything I'd experienced before.
His free hand trailed down my body, tracing the curves of my breasts, my waist, and my hips. When he finally unhooked my bra, sliding it away to expose my breasts to his hungry gaze, I couldn't hold back a moan.
"So responsive," he praised, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat of his tongue sent lightning through my body. I arched up, straining against his hold on my wrists.
"Please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for.
"Please what?" he asked, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.
"I need... I need..."
"I know what you need," he assured me, releasing my wrists only to hook his fingers in the waistband of my panties. "Too many barriers between us."
I lifted my hips to help him, my embarrassment forgotten in the haze of desire. He slid them down my legs, tossing them aside before settling between my thighs.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
I obeyed, meeting his intense blue gaze.
"If you want me to stop at any point, tell me," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "I need to hear you say you understand. What's your safeword?"
"I understand, and it's Blue," I whispered, touched by his concern even as need pulsed through me.
He nodded, satisfied, then lowered his head. The first touch of his mouth against my core nearly undid me. I gasped, my hands flying to his hair as he tasted me with deliberate, knowing strokes.
"Dion," I moaned, my hips lifting involuntarily. He lifted his head, his lips glistening with what he'd tasted from me. "Daddy, or Sir," he said firmly, then lowered his head before I even had time to process that order.
His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he continued his delicious assault. One large finger slipped inside me, then another, curling to find that perfect spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
"That's it," he murmured against my sensitive flesh. "Let go for me, sweetheart."
The combination of his commanding tone, skilled mouth, and probing fingers pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry, my body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
Before I could fully recover, Dion was moving up my body, shedding his boxers along the way. He reached into the bedside drawer, retrieving a condom that he quickly rolled on.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, positioning himself between my thighs.
I hesitated. "Yes," I breathed, reaching for him. "But it's been a while."
He entered me slowly, giving my body time to adjust to his size. The stretch was painful at first, bordering on too much, yet exactly what I needed. When he was fully seated within me, he paused, his forehead resting against mine.
"You feel perfect," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Move," I pleaded. "Please move."
He began to thrust, each movement deliberate and controlled. His eyes never left mine, watching every flicker of pleasure cross my face. One hand slid beneath me, lifting my hips to change the angle, and I gasped as he hit a spot that sent sparks shooting through my body.
