Wiggling out of his embrace, she groaned as their bodies separated. She felt so empty without his cock deep inside her. How had she ever lived without the reassurance of their passionate joining? It seemed almost impossible now.
She moved to the middle of the bed and folded her legs beneath her, angling her body so he could see her rounded behind.
“This is how he likes it, isn’t it?” She leaned forward and rested her forearms against the bed then lowered her head. She couldn’t see him now, but lust surged across their link, assuring her that he appreciated the brazen display.
For a long, anxious moment he didn’t move and all she could hear was the steady beating of her own heart. Then the bed dipped as he moved in close behind her.
“You sure?” The hushed urgency in his tone made her smile.
“Oh yes.”
Rather than slam into her as she’d expected, he eased his hand between her thighs and traced her slit. She was slick with their combined pleasure. The creamy liquid had even lubricated her inner thighs.
“You’re so wet.” He caressed her pussy, teasing her folds without pushing inside her.
“In me,” she whispered, not sure why he hesitated.
“Like this?” He pushed his long middle finger into her center, sliding slowly in and out.
“No.”
“No?” He withdrew his finger and brushed his thumb across her other opening. “Like this?”
His thumb pressed against the stubborn little pucker and she gasped then twisted away. “Not like that!”
He laughed. “Are you sure? My cat would love to introduce you to some of the more exotic pleasures.”
“I just meant…”
His hands steadied her hips and he pushed his cock between her thighs. “I know what you mean and I know what you want.” Reaching beneath her, he found one of her nipples and firmly squeezed. Pleasure-pain sliced through her chest and sent a fresh rush of desire deep into her groin. “I thought this was about what I want.”
He was right. She was doing this for him. Even though her body was already humming with anticipation, she wanted to give him anything he desired. “If that’s what you need, I’ll try it. At least once.” The dark temptation hovered in the distance, forbidden yet intriguing. She trusted him with her pleasure, trusted him with her life. He would never do anything to intentionally harm her.
“I’ll take you up on that offer, but not tonight. I’m too wound up to make it good for you.” He pulled her up and pressed against her back while his shaft slid between her folds.
She wiggled and rocked, trying to bring him into better alignment with her aching body. He refused to cooperate. He squeezed one breast, his fingers splayed against the soft mound while he teased the other nipple. The firm, rolling motion of his fingers drove her pleasure to the very brink of pain before easing and letting blood return to the pebble-hard tip.
Then his fingers tangled in her hair and he pulled her head back, turning her face sharply to the side. He brushed his mouth over hers, making her crave the deep, tongue-tangling kiss he refused to deliver. She arched and wiggled and finally twisted around far enough to hold his head still so she could take what she wanted.
Her mouth meshed with his and her tongue pushed boldly past his lips. His fingers tightened in her hair and a feral growl vibrated his throat. They’d barely begun and already he was wild and demanding—and she kept up with him kiss for kiss.
Pressure built between her thighs, her inner muscles clenching in on themselves. She whimpered into his mouth, unable to plead with their tongues curling around each other but unwilling to lose the sweet intimacy of their kisses.
Touch yourself. He went right on kissing her, but his thought was clear in her mind. Let me feel your release and maybe I’ll give you want you want.
Was he serious? She could feel the considerable thickness of his erection between her thighs and he wanted her to masturbate?
He pinched one of her nipples hard enough to make her cry out. “Decide.” He whispered the word against her kiss-dampened lips. “Touch yourself or I’ll go take a shower.”
And then she understood. This wasn’t about patience or prolonging pleasure, it was about control. He needed her to obey, to willingly surrender to his will.
Slowly easing her hand between her legs, she moaned as her fingers were surrounded by heat and softness. Her folds were slick and warm as they curved around the head of his cock.
“That’s right. Feel what I do to you. What we do to each other.” His voice was deep and caressing and his arms encircled and supported her trembling body.
She rested her head against his chest as she found the strength to explore. She’d never been uninhibited before she met Kyle. He made her feel sexy and confident. She caressed him softly then rubbed her folds over him, stimulating herself in the process.