she told him. “Gently.”She began a rocking motion. “Appreciate it. Appreciate me. Think about what you’re doing,” she said. “Please me.” He sucked and nibbled and then, at her order, licked. And since this was about more than just simple pleasure, because it was about the way she’d decided to switch roles, she slowly shifted her balance, leaning forward a little farther, grasping the headboard. His head was completely buried between her legs. Now it wasn’t about him controlling her arousal, it was about her being pleased.He moaned and thrashed a little. “Stop fighting it,” she told him. “Stop thinking about you and start letting go.” In the States, they’d had a term for people like him. Control freak. It was beyond being a type A personality. It was about making sure things, all things, went according to his plan.She wasn’t sure if there was a British equivalent, but her husband ran his law firm along with this household. He’d dictated their courtship, chosen a wedding date and arranged everything so it ran on his schedule. Letting go was going to be good for him.She drew her thighs even closer together. If such a thing were possible, she fucked his face. She humped him, and he used his tongue to slide up inside her cunt. It was possible that she had been this aroused before. She just didn’t remember her pussy dripping in quite this way.“Come,”
