She cocks a brow. “Cute?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I nod and circle around the island, and when she would turn to face me, I take her shoulders in my hands, keeping her still. “Do you know what else you are?”

She tries to look at me again, but I hold her still. “Stay.”

“You’re bossy.”

“I didn’t ask you what I am, I asked you what you are.” She’s in jeans and a big sweatshirt with the neck cut out so it falls over her left shoulder, showing me her bra strap and lots of soft, delicious skin. Before I begin, I unbutton and lower her jeans, nudging her to step out of them, but I leave the sweatshirt.

I’m going to have fun with that.

“I don’t know. What am I, bossy man?”

I grin and pull her loose blond hair back into a tail, tilt her head to the right, and lick, in one long motion, from her ear to the tip of her shoulder, then drag my lips back up the same path.

“You’re sexy,” I breathe. God, I love her neck. I scoop the hair that has escaped my hands out of my way and kiss and nibble the back of her neck, then over to the opposite side and pull the sweatshirt aside so I can taste her shoulder. “You’re delicious.”

She moans, and when she would tilt her head forward, I fist her hair and pull her head back, my grip firm, and kiss her cheek, then bite her earlobe.

“You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had.”

She fucking purrs as I push my hand into the neck of her sweatshirt and cup her firm breast in my palm. My cock pulses as her nipple puckers between my fingers.

I know she wants me to bend her over and fuck her here in the kitchen, but that’s not the plan. Not right now.

Instead, I continue to nibble and suck her shoulder, her neck, more forcefully now. Both of her breasts are tight with lust. Her left hand slips back to grab my ass, but I catch it and press it against the counter. “Hands off.”

“You’re doing all the work,” she whines, and only makes me smile against her shoulder where it meets her neck.

“Are you complaining?”

“No.”

I bite her now, hard, and gasp as she pushes her ass against my cock in surprise. She’s told me before that her neck is sensitive, and she wasn’t lying. She’s close to coming, and all I’ve done is touch her tits and ravage her shoulder and neck.

I drag my nose up her cheek, and then with my fist in her hair once again, I turn her head so my lips can reach hers and I kiss her like a starved man. Tongues tangle, bodies heave, breath is ragged, and finally I feel her whole body tense and she moans against my mouth as she comes.

I slow down, soften my touch as she comes down from the high, and when her breath has calmed, I right her sweatshirt and simply walk away.

“Oh hell no,” she says, her voice hoarse but determined. “You’re not going to give me neck sex, make me come, and then walk away.”

I turn to look at her and tilt my head. “I’m not?”

“No. You’re not.”

And there she is, the woman in control who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. She turns me on every fucking time.

She marches to me, completely naked from the waist down because, God bless her, she doesn’t wear panties, and proceeds to push her hands against my chest and push me to a nearby chair, giving me no choice but to sit in it.

“I’ve been wanting to suck your cock for months,” she announces, making me almost swallow my tongue. “And you keep distracting me with your damn mouth and cock and your hands, and you’re not going to distract me today.”

“I think I just did a fairly decent job of distracting you,” I inform her and then hold my hands up in surrender when she simply glares daggers at me. “But I’m all yours. Do as you will.”

She licks her lips and unzips my jeans, frees my cock, and without any hesitation, takes me all the way into her mouth, sinking down until her nose hits my pubis.

“Jesus, Callie!” My hips come up off the chair, but she holds me firmly, adds her hand to her mouth, and works my cock expertly, moving up and down, alternating between firm and soft. Just when I think I’m going to explode, she lightens her touch, both frustrating the hell out of me and making me want to yank her up and fuck the hell out of her.

She hums and cups my balls, licks me from root to tip, rubs her tongue in the slit in the head, and then sinks over me again, repeating the whole damn process over again.

“I’m not going to survive this.”

She chuckles, and I notice that her shoulder is moving. Before my eyes cross, I glance down and see that she’s not only getting me off, she’s getting herself off at the same time.

“Mother fucker,” I groan, unable to hold my orgasm back. Between her magic mouth and seeing her pleasure herself, I’m done for. “Callie, I’m gonna come.”

Rather than back away, she hums her approval, and when I come in her mouth, she swallows, then leans back, a satisfied and proud smile on her face.

She moves to stand, but I stop her. “Don’t quit touching yourself.”

She tilts her head to the side, and with that smile still in place, she simply sits on her ass, spreads her legs right here on the hardwood, and runs her perfectly manicured fingers through her lips, pushes two inside her, then drags them up to her clit. It’s a circle that she keeps following, slowly.

She’s magnificent. Her face is flushed and goosebumps cover her arms. Her fingers are soaking wet from her pussy.