Page 65 of Ask Me Something

“Your ass is perfect.” His hands rubbed and squeezed the cheeks.

I wiggled, trying to find his body by moving back.

“Not yet,” he teased.

His weight departed, and I listened for him to come back. It didn’t take long before his heat returned behind me, but this time his hands were massaging some kind of oil over my backside. Before I could ask him what it was, he thrust deep inside of me.

He held himself to the hilt, and his fingers massaged my each cheek as well as my lower back. My skin, where touched, started to heat up with a slight tingle. Those same magic fingers reached around, rubbing over my sensitized clit. I moved my hips back, practically pleading for him to move.

“I need—” I didn’t know what I needed.

“Patience, honey,” he purred. His finger gently grazed my previously forbidden entrance.

“Brian, I—”

He leaned over me and kissed my lower back. “Don’t worry, not yet. But I will have your ass. We’ll work you into it. Just think of being filled both ways.”

It was too much. I tried to push back into him to end the sweet torture.

He grabbed my hips and started to move. His thrusts were measured, delivering pleasure with each stroke. His finger circled my pucker and when it slid slowly inside, I came harder than I ever had before. He grunted and buried himself on one final push, spilling into me.

He removed the blindfold and pulled out. I winced at the loss of contact, but he quickly tucked me into his chest. I enjoyed the warmth of his nude body pressed against mine.

“Here,” he offered, grabbing one of the blankets and pulling it up over us.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling sleepy.

His breathing evened out, the rise and fall of his chest slowing. “I didn’t like your refusal to let me pleasure you after you sucked me off in the hall.”

Not only was I not used to this way of talking, I wasn’t accustomed to a man who got more pleasure from giving than receiving. “Considering we’re at, like, a two-to-one ratio for orgasms, I don’t know why. You get pleasure from pleasing me, I get it, but the same goes. I simply wanted to surprise and indulge you, too.”

He chuckled and rubbed my back. “You did surprise me, and you definitely pleased me. Those lips of yours are the most erotic fantasy ever.”

“Are they still your favorite thing, with my ass being second?”

“They are. Although I’m also a big fan of your tight pussy.”

My cheeks flamed with heat.

He pulled away to look down at my face. “I love that I can make you blush.”

“Hmm, let’s get back to what pissed you off. I think you’ll need to deal with sometimes taking pleasure without giving it.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I might want to do that again sometime. Maybe in your car while you’re driving or something.” Had I really said that? Give Ms. Never-do-anything-spontaneous a feel for great sex, and suddenly I was thinking up all sorts of adventurous things.

“The thought of your mouth on me while I drive ...” He shivered. “That’s definitely going up there on the bucket list.”

Huh, evidently I needed a bucket list now, too. “Bri, the point is that I’m not keeping a tally of orgasms. I don’t think you should see it as me owing or you owing.”

“Okay, upon occasion I can handle it, but only when I know I can devour your sweet pu—”

I held a finger to his lips and shook my head. “I get it.”

He chuckled. “You don’t like it when I talk dirty?”

I shrugged. “If I’m being honest, it turns me on when you do it, but I’m not sure words like that will ever come out of my mouth.”

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