"Would you let me, Cara?" he repeated with a gruff voice like someone who has been starved for a very long time, but Hera remained silent. She didn't understand why he kept on asking her to go on. They had already come this far, and if she didn't want him to go on, she would've stopped him a long time ago.
"I told you I want to savor you. Memorize you and brand you." He only uttered a soft but strained chuckle. "But I won't go further unless you tell me to."
She kissed his forehead. "You can, Bryce. You can go further. I'm not planning on stopping you," she encouraged.
"In this, I will have my way. We'll just see how long you can hold out." Hera had since lost control over her body where he was concerned, and strangely, she didn't mourn the loss.
He pressed his erection against her, and she gasped. She rubbed her chest against his, urging him on. He moaned and bit into her collarbone. His hands were everywhere, all over her. Every so often, he paused to simply look at her or to whisper erotic promises in her ear, but always he left her aching for more.
"You feel so good against me, Cara. I have to touch more of you," he whispered seductively in a low tone.
"Yes, yes," she groaned, and then, "No, no," when he did. She was on fire for him. She was literally burning.
His tongue licked and sucked her exposed neck and chest. He kneaded her butt. She writhed, she melted into him, and when she couldn't take it anymore, she tried to force his hands where she needed them the most, but he always thwarted her efforts by drawing his palms a safe distance away.