But the urgency had diminished – some – and he intended that this next time would have a much longer, much slower buildup.
Despite the ferocious thing that the kiss became, he ended it the way it had begun, sweetly, nibbling at her lips rather than thrusting between them. So much so that, when he took a step back from her, Sunny very nearly fell into an ungraceful heap at his feet.
And that was the most embarrassing point – up to then – as far as she was concerned. He had breached her defenses as surely as no man ever had – partially because he’d seen through her, acknowledging and encouraging a submissive side that her previous lovers would have sworn she didn’t posses, but also because of that last kiss and its distinct changes of tone. She would have loved for it to have gone on forever and hadn’t counted on his moving away that quickly.
Her bright red blush was almost forgotten when he leaned down and lifted her into his arms, ascending the stairs as if there was no extra weight in his arms at all, not letting her feet touch the floor until they were in his bedroom. She’d been there only one other time, the first time she’d come to his place when he’d given her the nickel tour. What had stuck in her mind about it was the size of his bed, which was much larger even than a California king, and now that she was back again, that ginormous bed was what her eyes fixated upon.
At least until he reached out a finger and turned her head back to him for another, less urgent but still incredibly passionate kiss that left Sunny wanting to do nothing more than run both of her palms over his chest muscles, but she couldn’t. He had caught her wrists in one of his hands at the small of her back, and all she could do to show him just how hot he got her was to plaster her body against his. She wanted desperately to rub her crotch against his strong thigh, but that, too, was denied her.
“You were wonderful downstairs, you know,” he said, kissing her slowly, deeply.
Very few compliments had ever pleased her so much. She was practically giddy from it, and no one who knew her would ever, ever have used that word to describe her. “Really?”
He could tell by her tone that she was pleasantly surprised and still, endearingly, very unsure of her role. Uncertainty, he knew, was something that was almost alien to her. He knew that because, in many ways, she was just like him. “Mmmm-hmmmm. I don’t usually have such a hair trigger, but the sight of you, on your knees, with my cock in your mouth . . .” He had to stop talking and thinking about it, or he was going to end up taking her again, without even bothering to make it to the bed.
Sunny felt the big man shiver as her clit swelled to heady prominence - and that shiver was at least as much of a compliment as what he’d just said - maybe even more so, for the fact that it was unconscious. It was his own body’s primitive reaction to her, and he hadn’t even remotely tried to suppress it.
“Not as easy as you thought, is it?” Rod asked insightfully. He still held her hands snugly at the small of her back as he ran his free hand possessively over the parts of her that were available to him as she was crushed up against him – her neck, her shoulders, the delicate, sensitive sides of her breasts.
Sunny couldn’t possibly meet his eyes and talk about this. It was too . . . too raw . . . to embarrassing, especially because of how hot it made her when he took command of her.
“No,” she answered truthfully to his chest. “It’s not.”
“Good.”
“Hey!” she protested, frowning up at him, playfully swatting his shoulder. “That’s not right! You’re supposed to be sympathetic!”
“Oh, I don’t think so at all. Like you said a few minutes ago, I’m the one with all the responsibility. All you have to do is obey me.”
“Yeah, that’s the tough part. I’m used to being the one that calls the shots.”
“I know. That’s exactly why I wanted the challenge of taking you in hand.” He chuckled. “If you’re not struggling to obey me, then I’m not doing my job very well.”
Sunny’s jaw dropped open at that statement, until he continued, “And we haven’t even begun yet, really.”
He released her wrists, then, but before she could react he caught her hand and led her, of all places, into the bathroom.
“What am I doing here?” Sunny asked, completely confused, and not a little apprehensive, especially when he opened the linen closet door to reveal a big red rubber bag. He squirted something liquid into the bag, then handed it to her, closing the door behind him with his foot. “Fill it, to the top, with warm – not hot, not cold - water. If you’re going to lean towards any temp, I’d suggest warm. I’m feeling generous tonight. When you’re done, hang it from the hook here -” he pointed to a sturdy looking plastic hook that was innocuous-enough looking – “and call me.”