I PUT MY HANDS ON CARL’S KNEES, pushing up to stand. He was seated in the chair as I towered over him, but there was no doubt who was in charge. His gaze shifted to his lap, then drifted back up to meet my eyes, wordlessly ordering me to climb onto him.
My chest was tight. My heart rate kicked into high gear.
“Slowly,” he reminded as I draped a leg over his lap, straddling him. He wasn’t touching me, but was I allowed to touch him? I reached behind his head, gripping the chair back as I used my other hand to position him right at my entrance. I teased the tip of his cock against my damp skin, rolling the head of him over my swollen clit.
I wasn’t in command, but I felt so fucking powerful like this.
His eyes darkened until they were black holes. Did he know I was completely under his spell? I could show him. I began to lower down, one crucial inch at a time. I balanced on the balls of my feet, my thighs quaking as I slid onto him.
Our pleasure-soaked moans mingled together.