Free KNOT: A Wake Family Novel by M. Mabie Page A

was close enough to reach out and kiss her sex, but I held back.
    Her ass swayed, agitated and already wanting more, but I was only getting started. She reacted exactly how I wanted her to. I wanted evidence that what I was doing was beautifully torturing her. I wanted her to stay, desperate to move, but restraining herself because I wanted her to be still.
    Her back arched, a reflex.
    I blew again, and she moaned.
    “Still think you want to do this?”
    It took her a minute, and I watched her ribs expand and contract quicker with each breath. “Yes,” she whispered. I looked around her ass to get a peek of her face. It would tell me everything I needed to know. Her eyes were shut, and she didn’t know I was looking. “Do it again,” she whispered. Her eyelids tightly shut, her eyebrows raised. Then she added, almost an afterthought, “Please.” Her cheek rubbed over the fabric of the top cover.
    She was enjoying this? For real?
    I reached into the bucket next to my chair and snuck a piece of ice into my mouth. I slowly used both of my hands to spread her ass, then my mouth met her hot skin. My tongue reached forward to lick her clit, and she lifted herself just the slightest bit I needed to make it happen.
    “Oh,” she panted, shocked by the contact and the cold. I kissed her pussy like it was her mouth. First dancing around her seams, and then, with my thumbs, I opened her just enough to slip the ice chip through my lips into her. With both hands, I palmed her ass and shoved her higher up again so I could stroke her clit, precisely how she liked.
    Firm pressure, to her right, and her leg began to quiver.
    My face planted right in her pussy, the icy water slid out of her, ran across my cheek, and down her leg. I didn’t want to waste a drop of her and stopped to lick it off her inner thigh.
    Her back bowed, and she whimpered.
    I ran my hand over my cock and decided the pants had to go. Even if I wasn’t going to give it to her yet, I couldn’t bear the restriction. I stood behind her, unzipped and let them fall to the ground. Then, pulled my dick out over the top of the elastic on my briefs and held it in my hand. The sight of her pussy and my cock that close was too tempting.
    A sound rumbled from my chest, but I couldn’t control it.
    I leaned in and ran my cock through her wet lips twice, and, for the thrill of seeing how she’d react, I pressed it right against her asshole. She stilled, and I pulled away.
    Instinctually, she shifted side to side searching for me.
    Not yet, Nora. You don’t want it bad enough yet. You don’t want it as bad as I do.
    Pulling my boxer briefs the rest of the way down, I forced myself to sit back down and kicked my clothes to the side.
    I needed a minute—or rather, I needed to give her a minute. Let that settle. Give her time to think about it. Miss it.
    I focused on regulating my breath, the anticipation was getting to me, too. I ran my dick through my hand and enjoyed the view. At any moment, she could get up and leave. At any moment, she could tell me to stop. She could do whatever she wanted.
    But, with every minute she stayed there, something swelled inside of me. It was a power like I’d never known, and I was both greedy and grateful.
    After I couldn’t take it anymore, and she began to look restless from neglect, I stood. I ran my hand through her again to make sure she was still wet, and she sure as hell was. Exquisitely so.
    Then to taste her again, I licked my hand before taking my dick in it and guiding my head to her opening. I wouldn’t give her all of it. I’d give her enough to beg.
    I selfishly wanted to hear it.
    She’d told me she wanted me to fuck her plenty of times. She’d initiated sex, and, unusual as it was for me, I loved it each time. But this? This time, she gave me the reigns and let me lead completely. I wanted her to tell me she wanted more of this .
    I just hoped I could hold out until she did it.
    My head pulsated barely inside of her,