Plus, once I got her horny, I could push a little more, so the trick today would be getting her to relax and let go, knowing the end objective was missionary. This would be easier if she didn’t know what I was aiming for, but without her consent, I didn’t dare try, so… catch twenty-two.
When she came in the room, I was on my side, stretched out on top of the bed. “Come lay with me, side by side?”
She nodded, and my heart broke as I could tell she was forcing herself to make every step towards me.
“Stop.” She froze, her eyes panicked — total deer in the headlights — which hadn’t been my intention.
“Breathe, Buttercup. We’re gonna start out by fooling around, see where we get. We may not make it to missionary today, and that’s okay. We don’t have to do it all at once. If we add a new position today, even for just a few minutes, we’ll have succeeded, okay? Doesn’t have to be with you flat on your back for me to enjoy it.”
She nodded again, took a deep breath, let it out, and walked to the bed.
I offered my hand, she took it, and I gently pulled her onto the bed. When we were side-by-side, facing each other, I touched under her chin, brought my lips to hers, and started with a gentle kiss, feather touches, encouraging her to open her mouth, to acquiesce, and she melted into me as she opened and let me in.
Trust can be such an incredible aphrodisiac, and every cell in my body felt alive as I kissed and teased her into submission. This strong woman who’d been hurt so bad, was giving me control, and no way was I going to do anything to break the trust she was giving me.
One of her hands landed on my shoulder, and I stroked her arm as I kissed her, tasted her lips, caressed her tongue with mine, and finally pulled away and kissed my way down her long, elegant neck, down her breast, skipping the nipple, for now.
I scooted down the bed, kissed her flat stomach, nibbled the skin around her hip, and she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, which sent even more blood rushing toward my already impossibly hard cock.
I scooted around, so my feet were angled towards the headboard and I could go down on her more easily from the side, and I continued from her hip down her leg, then to her inner thigh, and I finally teased her outer labia with long, slow strokes of my tongue.
I was closer to her clit than I’d ever been, but only with my tongue. My hands rested on her legs, relaxed and at ease.
I kept my movements slow and controlled as I gradually worked her up, and waited until I heard her moan the word, “Please,” before I gave her more with my tongue, and now I moaned as I tasted her sweetness. She was no longer terrified, not even anxious — she wanted me, and trusted me to make it good.
I stopped being so cautious and went to work devouring the beautiful woman in my bed… no, in our bed. It’d felt so good when she’d finally been able to sleep in a regular bed again instead of the recliner — so fucking good to have her in my arms at night.
And now, as I drove her arousal levels sky high, and tortured myself with the taste of the woman I loved, I kept a tight rein on my own lust. My hips wanted to pump, needed to thrust, but now wasn’t the time.
I brought her to orgasm once, and held her tight so I could drive her even higher with my tongue as she tossed and writhed.
I moved up the bed, situated us so we were side by side, facing each other, and I lifted her top leg and told her, “Loop it over your arm, please?” I wanted her to hold it up, not me, and thankfully she complied.
I positioned my cock, but didn’t press in yet. She opened her eyes, her gaze met mine, and I saw her need, her want, her submission. I let my wolf come up enough to see her submission, and then I pressed into her, our eyes locked.
She let go of her leg, wrapped it around my waist, and pulled me closer. I grinned and pulled back, pushed back in, but still only gave her an inch or two of me. Her husky whimper almost had me plunging straight in, but I held back, for now.
She needed me a little at a time right now, too much and she might retreat wherever she goes when she shuts down, and I was determined to keep her with me through this.
I analyzed her critically a few seconds — lips kiss-swollen and parted oh-so-sexy, pupils dilated against those multi-colored eyes I loved so much, and I thought she might be ready.
“Hold me, Buttercup.”
She wrapped her top arm around me, squeezed me tighter with her leg, and I pressed home, my hand on her beautiful ass to hold her in place.
I took her slow at first, gauging depth as I went, so I only shifted a little of my length into width since she seemed to be able to handle me going deeper at this angle.
I so wanted to play with her clit, but we hadn’t talked about it yet, and I didn’t want to push too much today, so instead I said, “Play with yourself, Buttercup.”