Page 44 of Master Debater

A soft little mewl fell from her lips, and when I arched an eyebrow in question, she nodded.

“I enjoy the many sides of you as well, Willa Trainor. The brilliant composer and dignified professor, as well as the impetuous woman who comes undone when I put my mouth on her and never fails to reply with a filthy comeback when I whisper obscene things in her ear.”

I dragged both of our hands up, until the fingers that’d been inside her grazed her clit. “I want to make one thing clear.” She nodded, so eagerly, the last thread on my control shuddered, and I fortified it with a long exhale. “I meant what I said tonight. Every side of you belongs to me as well. Including this sweet pussy of yours.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she fisted the sheets, tautness traveling through her muscles in a wave.

Smack. The noise of me slapping the side of her ass echoed through the room and cleared the haze. The frustration and irritation aimed at me was also crystal clear. “I warned you. Now, tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s all yours.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles, and pulling me back to her body. I’d planned on a few more seconds of torture, but once my chest was mashed up against her tits, I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

“Then I now give you permission to come.” I thrust into her, plundering her mouth with my tongue as I continued fucking her like it was what I’d been born to do—I was pretty sure it was too. She cried out and then I let go so we could ride out the euphoric wave together

Completely spent, I fell to the side of her and worked to recover my breath.

Willa rolled onto her side and placed her hand on the center of my chest. “Each time I think it can’t get any better, and then it’s a new version of mind-blowing.”

“Totally agree.”

“So, you said that you wanted every side of me…”

Tension crept through my body, despite the fact that I had. There was no use pretending this thing between us wasn’t more than sex anymore, and again, it was what I wanted. I just hesitated to define it too narrowly, in case it brought on a pressure cooker effect.

“The truth is, I’m a cuddler. You told me that you liked your space, so I’m trying to respect that, but it’s getting harder and harder for me to leave right after sex without feeling like a…” She glanced at the ceiling as if she’d find the right word written up there.

“Hooker?” I asked, at the same time she said, “Convenience.”

The smack to my shoulder was far harder than any spanking I’d done. “Hooker? Seriously?”

“I was trying to help you find the right word.”

She sat up and crossed her arms, the sternness in her posture undone by the buoying and smooshing of her tits, although I knew better than to say that aloud. “Try again.”

“Convenience,” I proudly replied.

This time, as she sighed and glanced at the ceiling, it was definitely in search of assistance from a higher power.

I cautiously reached over, caught her wrist, and tugged her arms free of their crossed position. “I’m not ready to say goodbye either. Cuddling isn’t really my thing, but you’re welcome to stay the night.”

“That’s bullshit,” she said, and I opened my mouth to argue. My California King mattress allowed for more than enough space for us to sleep in the same bed tonight. “You just need someone who knows what they’re doing.”

The dialogue we’d had the night I climbed down to her balcony and through her window drifted up. “And you’re that woman?”

“Hell yeah, I am. I’m a cuddling master. Here, I’ll teach you.” Turning my own words against me. Except, as she scooted in close and draped her arm over my chest, it felt more like winning. She nuzzled her nose into my neck with a contented noise.

“Now, you reciprocate…” She reached across my torso, grabbed my arm, and then pulled it up over her waist. “Like so.”

I did as instructed, but let my hand glide lower, to the curve of her ass. One of her legs came up over both of mine, leaving her softness pressing into the hardness of my hip. Before this moment, I would’ve insisted it’d be more sexually frustrating than comforting, feeling the heat and slickness of her pussy without the ability to immediately thrust inside. Instead, a tranquil sort of satisfaction overtook me.

The suffocating sensation I’d experienced before, even with women I’d enjoyed more than just sex with, didn’t drift up and take hold. Instead, a deeper contentment hummed through me, morphing into an emotional high I’d never experienced before.

It was the type of soul connection people sang about because it sounded poetic and sold songs. To discover it actually existed?

Again, that night when I’d given her multiple orgasms after she’d gone months without came to mind. She’d told me she needed an emotional connection to get off, and I’d balked. But now, here I was, cuddling, the urge to hold on forever strong enough to quicken my heart. Evidently, I was the one who required that kind of thing to enjoy being so entwined with someone during the afterglow and beyond.

Willa snuggled tighter and kissed the spot on my neck where my pulse beat faster and faster, all for her. “What do you think? Don’t worry, you won’t hurt my feelings if you’ve already hit your fill.”

“My fill? Of you?” Using my thumb and forefinger, I caught hold of her chin and angled my mouth over hers. Then I cupped her head and guided it to my chest, savoring the rise and fall of her breaths, the way her warm body molded against mine, and even the hairs on the top of her head that tickled my jaw. “Not possible. As for the cuddling…” I reached over her, seized hold of the sheets and comforter, and cocooned us both inside of them. “A guy could get used to this.

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