Page 47 of That Secret Something

She shook her head, a low chuckle rising in her throat. Her cold fingers brushed against my cheek. “Is it working?”

My attention snared on her mouth. “Unfortunately, yes.”

The corners of her lips quirked. “Excellent.” She kissed me hard, hands already steering me towards the bedroom. I gripped the folds of her coat and slipped my tongue into her mouth, kissing her back with everything I had. “I love when you do that,” she whispered in between breaths, pushing us through the bedroom door and onto my bed.

I tried to slip the coat from her shoulders, but she slapped my hand away.

“Impatient. I’ve waited for you. You’ll have to wait for me.” She straightened, so she towered over me, putting space between us, which I did not want. She backed up further and got off the bed.

I sat up, pulse racing. “Where’re you going?”

She posed in the doorway like a cover girl, pout and all, and pinned me with hooded eyes. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m seducing you.”

There was no need for that. I was all ready to go.

She leaned back against the jamb, mirroring the position I’d found her in outside my apartment. In the light of my bedroom, she was perfect, her long legs and her bare chest just visible. She moved her fingers over the folds of her coat.

“You like what you see?”

“I do.”

The corners of her mouth pulled upwards. “Good.” And she pulled the belt loose around her waist, letting the coat fall to the floor.

My mouth dropped at the sight of her completely naked, bar the harness strapped around her hips.

She ran her hand along the strap’s length and let it spring back into place. “And before you ask, yes, I’m extremely happy to see you.” All playfulness fell from her face as she stalked towards me. “But you have far too many clothes on for my liking.”

“You’ve had that on this whole time?”

She laughed. “I have. And you wonder why I was telling you to hurry up.”

My clit twinged. She looked so fucking hot right now. It was a little confusing.

“Are you okay, Jess? You look…scared. We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do. You just look so…” I swallowed, feeling myself pulsing. “Get over here.”

Rebecca slinked over, holding herself on top of me with one arm and pressing the strap against my stomach. “Undress,” she demanded, and the look in her eyes gave me no other option. The desire there was already making me wet with anticipation.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said, watching me take my shirt off.

I slipped my trousers and pants off and lay in front of her, exposed. “Have you? What do you want to do?”

Rebecca removed some lube from my bedside drawer and slicked the shaft, holding my eyes the whole time. “Nuh-uh. I’ve told you what I wanted to do to you. Now I want you to tell me.”

“Me?”

She nodded, wetting her lips. “What do you want me to do to you, Jess?”

Oh, fuck.

She leaned down and sucked my lip into her mouth. My stomach plummeted, awakening arousal deep in my centre. “Don’t overthink it,” she whispered. “Just tell me.” She started kissing my neck, and thoughts became hard to keep hold of.

“I…want you…to fuck me.”

“Um-hmm. What with?” Her breath tickled my neck, and I moaned as she sucked harder.

“The strap.”

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