She growled in frustration, pausing Chris’s kiss.
“Am I going fast enough for you?” he asked, whispering against her ear. She’d never been seduced like this. The other men were fast and rarely gave her an orgasm. Chris was taking his time, and that she wasn’t used to.
“No, you’re fine.”
“You’ve never had a man take his time with you, have you?”
Rachel kept her mouth shut. She didn’t need him to mock her lack of experience with men or their inconsiderate behavior.
He moved his hands down to cup her breasts. “No one has taken the time to love these. Your tits are firm and need a lot of attention.” Down his hand went to her stomach. “Your curves are in all the right places. I can’t wait to grip onto you while I fuck you hard and take what I want.”
“Why are you saying these things?” she asked.
“Because they’re true.”
She gasped as his fingers slid through her slit, touching her clit, going down to finger her entrance.
“You’re soaking wet. I bet I could have you screaming within seconds. Has anyone brought you to orgasm through sex, or do they make you bring yourself off?” he asked.
Her face couldn’t get any hotter if he tried. “Don’t, Chris.”
“I want to know, and I’m not going any further until you tell me the truth.” His fingers stilled on her clit. She tried to move, but he kept her steady with another hand on her hip. The strength in his grip alone surprised her.
“That’s right. I’m the one in charge. You’ll do as I say and nothing else.”
His words were turning her on more. Every relationship in her life, she’d been the one in charge, the one to say yes or no to what they were doing. Chris wasn’t giving her chance to dispute him. Staring into his eyes she saw that he was the one who’d get the final say. If she was going to go through with this then she needed to give herself to him completely. There would be no holding back with him. He’d demand everything from her.
Would it be so bad to give him everything of herself? He’d never hurt her. Chris was a good man inside and out even when he tried to hide it. She saw the good in him and refused to believe he’d hurt her.
“No, I’ve never had an orgasm with a man.”
“During or after sex?”
She shook her head.
“Did you even get to orgasm at all with your own hand?”
“Only when I got home. No, I never stayed the night either. I couldn’t sleep with anyone.” She looked away, somewhere past his shoulder.
“Hey, you don’t get to hide from me, and you won’t be sneaking out of my bed either. I’ll tie you to my bed if you even try.” He stepped close, giving her no choice but to step back. The backs of her legs hit the bed causing her to sit down.
“Lean back.”
She leaned back. He pressed a hand on her chest forcing her all the way to her back. Taking a deep breath she looked up at the ceiling and gasped. She was staring back at herself. Chris had a mirror on the ceiling. What the hell?
“Why do you have a mirror on your ceiling?” she asked.
“I like to watch everything.”
Was this kinky?
Rachel watched him spread her thighs wide, revealing her pussy to his sight. “Your scent is heavenly. I love vanilla and cream.”
She saw him spread the lips of her sex open. Her small patch of curls between her thighs made him cluck his tongue. “I want you bare for me, baby. Will you let me shave you?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you want.”
“Then I’ll tell you want I want.” He ran his fingers through her pubic hair and pulled on the strands. She gasped. “I want all of these off.”
Could she do it?
“You’ll trust me to do it.”
Like that, she felt the trust seep into her body. He got up from the bed, leaving her alone as he went to the bathroom. This had to be the weirdest day of her life. He returned with a small bowl, a razor, some foam, and a towel.
Keeping her gaze on the mirror she watched as he washed her pubic hair with water before applying the foam. He really knew what he was doing.
Well, duh, he’s got a face he needs to shave regularly.
If someone had told her she’d be laid on Chris’s bed with him about to shave her pussy, she’d have burst out laughing. Now, she was dripping wet. This man was showing her so much attention she didn’t know what to do with herself.
“I’m going to need you to be calm and steady. No moving,” he said.
Watching herself get bare shouldn’t have turned her on. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from what he was doing. Each stroke was done expertly without any hesitation. Chris didn’t look up from what he was doing. He stroked through her hair removing it, piece by piece. Once everything was done, he went over it again after foaming her up.