Page 51 of Role Play
“Ash, please,” she cried, her voice strangled, a mix of desire and intenseneed.
“Answer me, sweetgirl.”
“I’mtrying.”
“Not hard enough.” Four more hits, harder than before, each one punctuating every other word in the sentence. “What is… your favorite… way to …come.”
My palm stung by the time I was done with the sentence and her ass was a luscious shade of pink. My cock strained toward her, aching forrelease.
“I love coming around a cock, especially if he is touching my clit while he fucks me.” She shouted, her body convulsing, literally trembling with need before me.Yes. Fuck,yes.
“What position is yourfavorite?”
“I like themall.”
Bullshit. Everyone had a favorite. “Not good enough. There has to be one you like more than theothers.”
The only way I knew she was shaking her head was by the sweep of her hair across her back with the movement. “I swear. It depends on my mood, but I like themall.”
I snorted. “You like them all?” There was no way she had tried them all.Ihadn’t even tried some of the trickier positions. “And whatallwould thosebe?”
“Missionary, Me on top, reverse cowgirl, doggie style…” she faded off, her fingers curved on the table, and I could see the pads of her fingertips digging into the shellacked woodgrain.
“And you think that’s trying them all?” I tried to stifle my chuckle, I swear Idid.
Her muscles stiffened in front of me. “Don’t laugh at me,” she whispered, and stood up from thetable.
Oh, shit. Oh, no. I had insulted her. I was fucking this up royally. Brie had been such a better teacher than I ever was.Be kind to her, Brie’s voice echoed in mymind.
I lurched forward, wrapping my arms around her, squeezing her tight to my body. My cock pressed against the bare flesh of her ass, the denim of my jeans coarse and uncomfortable. “No, sweet girl. I wasn’t laughing atyou.”
“Yes, youwere. You were laughing at myinexperience.”
I hugged her tighter, turning her to face me. This wasn’t the time for a punishment. Yes, she had removed her hands from the table without permission. She had stood without being released and without the use of her safeword. But she needed comfort. Scooping my hands into her hair, I tipped her face up to mine. Her eyes were wet and wide, magnified from behind her glasses. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I can see why it looked that way. I was laughing because you’re so fucking cute, I can’t standit.”
She swallowed, her eyebrows tightening at the center between her eyes. “Have you ever done thisbefore?”
Done…this? “I thought I’d made it pretty clear that I’m no newbie at the Dominantgame.”
She shook her head. “No, not that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “This. A scene with someone who’s never been in the lifestylebefore.”
I inhaled sharply. “No. I’ve never trained a new sub before,” I answered honestly. “I’ve been with women who were newer to the lifestyle and still had a lot to learn. And I still have sex with women who aren’t subs at all. But I’ve never introduced a sub or trained her into this lifestylemyself.”
“So, we’re both venturing out of our comfortzone.”
More than you know, Lucy. More than you fucking know. Something in my face must have revealed that because her mouth turned down at the corners. And even though she was frowning, she was still so fucking gorgeous. A hauntingly beautiful sadness that left me feelinggutted.
“Why me?” she asked, her voice awhisper.
I searched her eyes, though I had no idea what it was I was looking for. “I think the more appropriate question is,Why would I choose anyone else butyou?”
Her hair was soft around my fingers, silky like the sexy panties she wore. I tugged those strands tighter, pulling her mouth to mine. I was a demanding motherfucker and I knew it, my kisses were nothing less. My tongue slid between her parted lips, coaxing her to open up to me in more ways thanone.
Sliding my hands down from her hair, I grasped her back until I had my arms wrapped around her waist, and hauled her flush against my body, fully aware of how naked she was from the waist down. I needed her entirely naked, though. Naked and pressed against me. I needed those breasts in my hands, in my mouth, her nipples hard and pebbled beneath mytongue.
Grasping the hem of her shirt, I tugged it over her head, pulling back to admire her. God, she was stunning. Just as she was. Even with her glasses askew and her hair staticky from the shirt. She had put on a little makeup tonight, I noticed, and it stood out as a drastic difference to her typically bare, clean face. I liked her both ways. I loved the way she looked tonight with a little eye makeup accentuating her brown eyes and the little bit of gloss that had long since been rubbed off her lips. But she was also just as beautiful with zeromakeup.
I circled my thumbs over the lacy, turquoise bra and her hands flew to my shoulders, squeezing, bracing on me with deft fingers. Every single nerve ending ignited to fire, coming to life with the feeling of her leaning on me. It hit something soft and gooey in my core that I desperately wanted to ignore. It wasagony.
