Page 42 of Burn For Me

Whiskey

Vibrators and sex positions were the last things I imagined we would discuss over dinner. Well, it wasn’t exactly dinner anymore, but it was close enough.

I was slightly mortified that Zack was asking me these questions, but then part of me was dying to respond. It felt like all those times when I wanted to suggest something in the bedroom, but I had been too fearful of what Wade would say. I had a feeling that I could suggest anything to Zack, and he wouldn’t think badly of me.

Things might not work out with Zack and me; they probably wouldn’t, but if he could help me to feel more secure in myself, then maybe it would be worth it. That’s why I went to him willingly, and that’s why I asked him to make love to me.

Perhaps in his mind, it was only sex. That was what Wade had told me over and over again. All the other women were just sex. He only made love to me. Like that was supposed to make it better.

I let myself go as I kissed Zack on the terrace of his condo and felt almost giddy when he picked me up and began to carry me into his home and toward his bedroom. He didn’t stop until we stood beside his bed, and then he lowered my feet to the floor and wrapped his arms around my back.

“Whatever you want, Whiskey. You only have to tell me.”

My shyness instantly rushed forward. How did you tell a man what you wanted? Was there a way to convey your needs without words? Yes. I pulled one of his arms from around my back and placed his hand over my breast.

“You want me to touch you?”

I nodded.

“Say it, Whiskey.”

I swallowed. “Touch me, Smoke.”

His hand curled around my breast, gently squeezing it for a moment, and he looked at me as if he expected me to ask for more. I did want more, but I didn’t dare to speak the words. I stepped back from him, and he looked slightly disappointed, but when I brought my hands to the buttons of my blouse, he lifted his chin and sucked in a sharp breath.

I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and then removed it from my shoulders. His eyes stayed locked on mine until the material slid away. Then he let his gaze drift over my chest. The look of approval on his face spurred me on to take the next step, and I reached behind and unhooked my bra. The approval enhanced, and he watched me remove it and drop it on the carpeted floor.

He stared at me for a long time, and I wondered if he was disappointed that I didn’t have large breasts. I was just about to cover myself when he spoke in a husky voice I had not heard before.

“Fucking perfect.” Without another word, he stepped forward and cupped my breasts while his mouth crashed over mine. He turned me so he could sit on the edge of the bed, kneaded my breasts, and began to kiss around them, finally stopping in the center of one to draw my nipple into his mouth.

My breath caught, and I gasped as he nipped gently. One of his hands slipped around my back and cupped one of my buttocks, and my hands threaded through his dark hair. He took his time enjoying each of my breasts, and I was to the point that I wanted more — way more. Without him saying a word, I began to undo my slacks.

He let go of me, leaning back to watch as I unzipped them and let them slip to the floor. I toed off my shoes and stood before him in only my panties. He let his gaze drift over my curves, then lifted his face to mine. “Take them off.”

His simple command made my sex clench, and I slipped my thumbs into their sides and started peeling them down. I watched his face and was enthralled with how his mouth opened in anticipation, and he licked his lips. The moment they were off of me, he reached forward and took my hand, pulling me forward where he started kissing my stomach and letting his hands drift along my sides.

Every place he touched tingled. Between my legs, I could feel the wetness pooling and wondered if I should be embarrassed by the fact that his simple touches turned me on so much.

He stood abruptly, taking my face and kissing me aggressively. After a moment, he turned me so that my knees were against the bed, and he coaxed me to the mattress. “Lay down for me, Whiskey.”

I did as he asked, and he stood over me, staring down at the length of my body. Was he disappointed? Did he wish he hadn’t asked for this? Would he make love to me once and then be done? Those thoughts swirled through my mind over and over again.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, and I was frozen as he moved. His chest came into view, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from the contours of it. No muscles were bulging, but his toned body was clearly defined. He undid his belt, and I felt my sex clench again as I waited breathlessly for him to undress completely.

He dropped his pants, kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and then stood. I had no trouble seeing the hard erection under his tight boxers, and the urge to lick my lips rushed over me. In my ten years with Wade, I had only ever taken his penis in my mouth maybe ten times. He said I never did it right, and he would push me away.

Would Smoke do that? Would he think I sucked too? He removed his boxers, and I was a little in awe of his size. Wade wasn’t that long or quite that wide.

He wrapped his hand around his erection, stroking it a few times as he watched me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he continued. “You like watching me do that?” My eyes jumped to his face, wondering if I was doing something wrong. “You can look all you want, sweetheart. I like you watching me.”

I nodded at him.

“Speak the words, Whiskey. You have to tell me what you like and don’t like.”

“I like watching you,” I replied, feeling stupid but wanting to do as he asked to please him.

“Touch yourself, Whiskey. I want to watch you touch yourself.”

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