Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele

[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.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

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.

I pull the waistband down a little more and plant a warm kiss along his length. With careful precision, I continue to do this, inch by inch, until he is fully revealed. Licking a trail along the kisses, I come to his tip, and with our gazes locked, I take the tip of him inside of my mouth.

"Fuck," he swears as I begin to suck. Holding onto his base, I massage his balls, as I move my mouth down his length until he reaches the back of my throat.

And then I start to move.

He sucks in his breath and I know I have him. Working his length up and down, I continue to suck, his hips rocking as he matches my rhythm. want to drink him down, I want to see him Jose control. With one hand squeezing his base, the other continues to massage his balls, stroking the place between his phallus and his anus. My touch sends him over the edge, and as he spills himself inside of me, I suck him down, taking every last drop.

As my mouth slowly releases him, he looks down at me in wonder. As I slowly stand, the hand that had been playing with him slowly traces a line up his body. When it reaches his nipple kiss it, delighting in how quickly they grow hard and tight under my lips, even after he has

already reached his climax.

I trace my finger to his other nipple and do the same, kissing it until it grows hard. He hums in satisfaction like a happy cat, almost purring as my hands continue to move upward, tracing the lines of his strong shoulders.

His arms wrap around me, pressing our bodies together. He walks us back into the wall, his eyes dark and predatory. As my back touches the smooth tile, I feel he is hard and ready again.

He pulls my right leg up to his waist,

and then the left. I am still wet, warm, and ready from his earlier attentions and as he lowers me onto him, landing me with his length, I slide easily into place. Hands still on

my waist he keeps me in place above him, my body sliding along the tiles as he finds a perfect rhythm. Pushing and pulling we both scream as we find our release together.

"Can we stay like this," I pant. "Can we just be here like this forever?"

"That is my intention," he kisses me. "Although eventually, we will need to eat."

I laugh as he lowers me. "But not now, I raise my eyebrow in question."

He smiles. "Oh, I intend to eat. But you'll have to watch this time."

As he lowers me to the bench again and lifts my leg to his shoulder, he shows me exactly what he means.

Eventually, we leave the shower clean.

But not until we are both done being dirty together.