Page 34 of Drive Me Wild
“As I said yesterday, if you are enjoying yourself, it’s going to be more enjoyable for me. Or, I mean, for your future husband. You can feel it when someone is not into it. Now, guys who just want to blow their load don’t care. But I think they don’t know what they are missing. Because it feels way better when she’s super into it, too, and she’s going to be super into it if she’s getting what she wants. Sexually.”
“So it’s not just that I have to know what I like, but I have to be able to ask for it too?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you like, Caleb?”
I choke into my fist again. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you. Now tell me what you thought about when you were masturbating.”
“Which time?”
“Was it different each time?”
“Yeah. A bit.”
“Alright, why don’t you close your eyes and tell me about the first time.”
“Okay. It was right after you left.”
The asshole in me gets a thrill out of that one.
“And I imagined I was laying on a picnic blanket by the lake, drying off after going for a swim. You were there, rubbing my leg like you did when we were here in the apartment.”
I start rubbing her leg like yesterday, and she takes a sharp breath.
“Like this?”
She nods and whimpers, and I’m glad that she has her legs bent, or they’d be pressed against the bulge growing in my pants.
“Then what?”
“Then your hand moved up to the spot just below my crotch, and you brushed your thumb over my vag.”
I move my hand up her leg, stopping just short of making contact with her center. Not that I don’t want to move aside her already wet panties and plunge a finger inside her. But I’m actually scared for the first time in my life to touch a woman down there. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. That I’ll take her and ruin her for any other guy.
Zoe’s breath is shallow, and she’s squirming under my hand. “Please, Caleb,” she whispers.
“Tell me what my thumb did in your fantasy, Zoe. Tell me what you like.”
She whimpers and squirms, but I don’t budge. I can’t.
“You rubbed me.”
“Was it hard, or was it soft?”
My breath is getting labored now, and I want to bury myself in her folds.
“It was soft at first.” She reaches her hand down and cups herself, her other hand instinctively covering one of her perky little tits.
“And then what?”
“And then the closer I got to orgasm, the harder you pressed. But not too hard. More like…” She starts to rub herself down there, and my face feels like it’s on fire. “More like…it was urgent.”
My whole body is on alert as she presses her fingers against herself, rubbing through her silky wet panties and writhing next to me.
I will myself to pull my hand away, to let her please herself without touching her leg, but it’s like my brain and my body are no longer communicating, so I opt for talking my way through this.
“What are you feeling right now? What do you like about this?”
