Page 82 of Safety Net
I shook my head. "It's all you. You demanded. Took it."
Her eyes were half-opened, so I couldn't tell if she believed me. By her lazy smile, I'd say not entirely, but I did notice something clicked in her. It was in the way she moved, no longer hesitant but sure in where she wanted to put her hands, how she wanted to receive her pleasure.
"On your back." She patted the spot beside her.
I crawled onto the bed, landing on my back with a hard enough thud that made her bounce up. She laughed and turned over to kiss me. I had a few kinks, one of which she'd offered me perfectly when she wouldn't stand for my playfulness at a certain point. Being under her command had me stiff and aching to please.
Another was her tasting herself on my lips. She was shy about it, but still so curious. Still so willing to try.
"Condom?" she whispered against my lips.
I nodded, about to sit up and reach for my drawer, when her hand urged me back down.
"I'll get it."
My breath caught in my throat when she reached over me, opened the drawer, and pulled one out. When Celeste moved back, she straddled me, studying the condom's wrapper.
I held onto her waist, trying not to lose the final bit of calm I still possessed, even though I could feel the warmth of her on my stomach. She was wet still, clit swollen from my mouth and her orgasms. I gave in to the call, my thumb circling her as she opened the condom.
"You want to put it on?" I asked, oh so turned on.
"Mm." She nodded and moved so my length was within reach. "It should be easy…right?"
I chuckled and nodded, my fingers still playing with her. She closed her eyes for a second, getting distracted by my teasing. I slipped two fingers inside, earning a head tilted back and a mouth parted.
"This is what you want?" I asked. "This is how you're going to take me?"
She nodded, placing her hands on my shoulders, steadying herself as she moved in tandem with me. She was a bit tight, which made me a little concerned about her comfort.
"You sure you're ready?" I asked, serious about the inquiry.
Celeste opened her eyes, gaze confused. "Do I seem like I'm not?"
"You do." I slipped another finger inside, briefly pulling our attention back toward the beauty that was her pleasure. She pulsed around me, and I wanted to take her then and there. Wanted her to ride me until every part of me gave out.
"Are you?" she asked, the first to come back to center.
"Of course."
She raised a brow. "You sure?"
"Never been surer in my life," I promised.
Celeste nodded and lifted herself so my fingers slipped out of her. I groaned at the sight of her sticky, wetness, leaving behind a thin string that connected her to me for a second longer. She became entranced by it, too. There was something in her eyes. After being her right-hand man all summer, I knew it was a want for something she didn't yet dare to ask.
"Tell me," I whispered. "I won't judge. I never do."
She smiled, her eyes softened as she remembered our constant promise to one another. "I've never… there's so much I want to try now that I'm doing this. Now that I'm into this."
"You can try it all with me."
She leaned in for a kiss. It's slow, on the hunt for comfort rather than pleasure. I gave in without question.
Celeste pressed her forehead against mine, gaze directed down as she rolled the condom onto me.
"You aren't going to tell me, are you?" I sighed, mourning the loss of her unvoiced desire.
"Another time," she said with another kiss. "Now, lie down. I want to be on top."
