Page 60 of Honey, Honey
“What’s wrong?” He asked, and he moved, but just a finger, the pad of it dipping lower on my body until it was now pressing against my hood. He began to slowly draw a circle against the tender flesh and when I didn’t answer him, his hand in my hair flexed in warning. “Honey, answer me.”
Right. I needed to talk. It was hard to remember what the fuck I was supposed to be doing when he was touching me. Not when I knew he could and would give me exactly what I needed. What my body craved and wanted from a partner. It would be good with Law. I knew that. The problem I had was keeping my ass focused and not drifting off into the euphoria that I knew could pull me under being with a man like Law.
“You didn’t let me touch you in my apartment,” I told him. “Do you not like being touched?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then why did you not let me move? And my hands? You had them tied, told me to keep them off you.” It had been hot. Sexy in the best of ways with each and every move Law had made that night. Ticked every one of my boxes.
He began to move again, the hand between my thighs dipping lower so that he could trail a finger along my slit. I moaned and he let go of my hair. He caught my hand that was still hovering above his chest and pressed it down. My hand flattened against his muscled chest and I went still. The firm muscle under my fingers was warm and I could feel a dusting of chest hair prickling against my palm.
I had welcomed the dark earlier in my vulnerability, but now? God, I wanted to see him in the light.
“If I had let you touch me then it would have been all over.” He pressed his hand down over mine, palm warm, his fingers sliding between mine. “If I had let you touch me, I wouldn’t have let you go, Honey. Didn’t matter if I knew you wanted what I wanted. That you wanted this.” He squeezed my hand gently. “I would have taken you.”
“I wanted to be taken.”
“I know. Keeping your hands off me was the only way to stop that.”
“But you’re letting me touch you now,” I pointed out.
“I am.”
My heart began to pound at his answer.I am.Did this mean he meant to...to... “Does that mean you’re taking me?” I asked, voice breathy, his finger now stroking against my clit in feather light touches. He moved, pressing a finger into me as he began to speed up. I shuddered, my feet pressing against the bed, raising my hips up to meet his strokes.
Law hummed in answer. “I am. God, you’re going to be mine, Honey. Do you want that?” The fingers playing over my clit moved to dip into my folds and I moaned at the first thrust of his fingers into me. He wet his fingers, my slickness allowing his fingers to glide over my flesh, and he was circling my clit again. Faster and faster, each and every touch driving my body closer to the edge and I cried out, a sob escaping me from the pleasure Law was giving me.
It had been good with a lot of partners. Some of them vanilla and some of them Doms, not all of them Daddies, but there was just...god, there was something extraordinary about being under the practiced hands of a Daddy, even if we were not playing yet. We were exploring, our bodies, hands and mouths still new to each other, and I moved forward trying to kiss him. I missed, my mouth glancing off his chin, and then again off his upper lip before I was able to hit my target.
We kissed, our mouths slanting together hungrily and I took as much as I could give. My tongue slid against his and I moaned into his mouth when he dropped my hand in favor of my breasts. He curled a hand over one, his fingers moving to twist my nipple. He rolled the sensitive flesh between his fingers, the sharpness of it lighting my body up in a new way.
“Do you want that?” He husked out against my mouth. The obscene sound of his fingers slick with my arousal sliding through my folds, dipping in and out of me filled my ears. It sounded so fucking good.
“Yes,” I sobbed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and yanking his mouth back to mine, but Law was having none of it. He moved, dropping his head lower to replace the fingers that had played with my nipple with his mouth, and god, if that wasn’t magnificent.
“Law,” I whispered, hips stuttering, trying to keep pace with his hand that mercifully continued to stroke me. “Law!” This time it wasn’t a whisper, it was a shout of pleasure. The edge he had been driving me closer and closer to was finally there, and I plunged over the side of it gleefully. The orgasm he’d given me on my kitchen table had been wonderful. The release of that had washed over me in ways that satisfied my body’s needs, but this? This was fucking magnificent. It was pleasure and need released in its most pure form and the ecstasy of it left me breathless and weak, my body shaking against him, hot under his hands. He kept circling my nipple with his tongue, lapping at my tender flesh while I sobbed against him, fingers twisting in the loose fabric of his half undone shirt.
“Law.”
“Honey.”
I lifted my head and aimed a kiss at where I thought his lips were. I hit pay dirt when our mouths connected and I sighed against his. “I like it when you say my name like that.”
He didn’t answer, just kissed me, fingers still easing me down through my orgasm. When he withdrew his hand from my pussy, I made a sound of annoyance. If I could, I would keep it there forever. His hand pressed to my pussy, thumb to my clit and my cream smeared over his fingertips. He gathered me up against him and that was when I felt his dick against my thigh. I dropped my hand, automatically reaching for it, but only managed to brush my palm against the head of it before he pulled me away.
“But I want you to feel good too,” I said.
“Not yet.”
“But, Law, I began again when he moved off the bed and pulled me with him, hauling me up into his arms and making me shriek in surprise. I wrapped an arm around his neck and grabbed onto his shoulder to stay upright, but he paid me zero attention and kept walking through the dark room. “Law!! What are you doing? Put me down!”
“No.” He shifted me in his arms, hiking me higher. I was about to demand he tell me what the hell he meant byno, when he spoke again. “We’re getting in the shower,” he said, already striding towards it.
My mouth snapped shut. I could live withnoif we got in the shower. Getting in the shower meant a naked Law and a naked Law meant I was going to get my hands and my mouth on his dick.
Chapter Nineteen
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