Page 31 of Puck Daddies
“Under.”
We sit on the edge of the bed. I take her shirt off slow because I want every part of this to feel chosen. I look at her face, not her body. “You’re okay?”
She nods.
I kiss her again. I put my hand on her chest, between, not on. “Here?”
“Yes.”
I spread my hand and feel her breathing. I stay until her breath smooths. “Lower?”
“Yes.”
I move down her stomach, flat of my hand. “Here?”
“Yes.”
“Lower?”
She nods. “Yes.”
There’s a part of me that will never be tired of hearing her say yes. But the darker part of me enjoys demanding things. “Words.”
“Yes, lower.”
I edge my hand down, inside her waistband. I don’t move until she pushes against my fingers, trying to angle herself to me. Impatient little pet. “Tell me where to touch you.”
“My…you know.”
“Say the words, pet.”
She swallows hard. “My clit.”
I stay slow and watch her face the whole time. She’s wet already just from the talking, the slow pace, all of it. I change the angle a little and when her jaw goes loose, I tease, “Like this?”
“Yes.” Her voice shakes for me.
“Show me how you like it.”
Her hand closes over mine, and she shows me the pace. I keep it. I don’t do more. I do exactly that. Her eyes go unfocused. Her mouth opens. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” My cock aches when she whimpers.
When she starts to shake, I keep steady. When she reaches for me to pull me closer, I lean into her shoulder so she has weight to hold. When she shudders and gasps, I say, “Good pet,” because I know what praise does in her head. I feel her ride it down. I don’t stop touching until she moves my hand.
“Okay,” she says, still breathless. “Stop.”
I stop, remove my hand, and lick my fingertips clean. Fuck, she’s sweet. I get the water and put it in her hand.
She takes another sip and hands me the cup. That hand trembles. She touches my jaw. “Your turn.”
“Not needed.” My cock strains in my jeans in protest.
“I want to. You know what I like. I want to know what you like.”
My throat goes dry. “Hands. Kissing, while you touch me.”
She kisses me, and everything else fades. She works her mouth down my neck, asks, “Here?” with a look, waits for my nod, and gives me more. When she reaches for my waistband, she meets my eyes.
