Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele novel Chapter 138

[Cordelia]

He is standing in front of me, water beading down his chest, outlining each muscle as it makes its path down his body, trailing all the way down to where my hands rest on the waistband of his pants. I have never taken this kind of initiative with him, taking over, demanding what I want. Our sexual relationship is still far too new. I still have so much to learn.

"Are you going to take what you want," he challenges me, raising one eyebrow in provocation.

I unbuckle his belt. "Only if you are good." I tease. "Maybe I'll make you suffer first."

My hand rubs the hardness of his dick outlined sharply on the wet slacks as they cling to his body. He closes his eyes in pleasure, his mouth opening as I stroke him slowly, giving the tip of him extra attention. He moans, placing his hands on the wall above me to steady himself as I continue to pleasure him through the slick layer of cloth.

He begins to rock his hips against my hand, increasing the rate and depth of each stroke, using my hand against his body to bring himself close to the edge. His mouth opens wider, eyes rolled back, growing harder each time he thrusts forward.

"Are you going to cum for me," I demand raking my nails across the front of his slacks.

"Soon," he grunts, moving in an attempt to rock against me again.

I remove my hand. His eyes become wide in confusion. "Why did you stop?"

"Because I don't want you to cum until I've gotten you nice and clean." I lick my lips, smiling up at his flushed face, so vulnerable with need.

Never taking my eyes from his face, my hands move to the front of his slacks. While he patiently watches, I move his unbuckled belt aside, using both hands to unbutton his trousers. Slowly, I pull down the zipper, the sound of it releasing creating delicious tension between us. I want to savor this moment where I have power over this very powerful man.

Gently, I remove his pants.

He is so ready for me, so long and hard, the tip of him extends out of the front of his underwear, peeking.

I move the waistband down just enough to give his tip a little kiss.

"Hmm," he moans in satisfaction.