Page 58 of A Lesson In Beginning

Circling.

Strumming.

Flicking.

And then dipping lower to tease at my entrance just enough to make me keen with the most primal of needs. I ached. I trembled. I craved him in a way I’d never craved anything in this lifetime.

His fingers delved into my depths, curling inside of me, pressing up against a spot I’d never felt before. I groaned, low and loud, my eyes closing tightly. Pleasure coiled tightly inside of me, more intense than anything I’d ever felt.

“Right there, love. Grind against me.”

“What?” My eyes fluttered open, confused by his words.

“Grind. Circle your hips and find your pleasure on my hand. Do it for me.” My eyes fluttered closed again as I obeyed, my hips circling and gyrating on his fingers. “Eyes on me!”

The firm, almost barked command filtered through my pleasure-addled mind, my eyes popping open with a gasp. His eyes were nearly black with lust, his arm circling around my lower back and holding me tightly to him. I could not escape. I did not want to escape. I wanted only him; only this; only us.

He slowed his fingers, his thumb circling my clit over and over, slower and slower, until I was keening, desperate for that climax again. I wasn’t even sure if I could, but Lord have mercy, did I want it.

“Just feel. Just feel my touch, feel your pleasure. It’s not a race.” Words spun like spider’s silk, creating a perfect web to catch me and hold me victim to the pleasure he wielded over my body like a master craftsman.

“Feel how it ripples through your body.”

“Like wildfire.” I barely recognized my own voice, the low, groaning desire so blatant, matching his own passion.

“Just like wildfire.” My hips rocked faster, the stirrings of orgasm beginning anew, rising and rising, faster and faster, until I was once again tumbling down and around into a pool of orgasmic bliss.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him towards me, to no avail.

“No, love. Let me watch you. Let me see the pleasure take you.” His fingers never slowed, pushing me up and over… and over… and over again, until I could not remember even my own name.

Finally, his fingers slowed, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure as my body twitched and trembled with the aftershocks of bliss. Through it all, our eyes stayed locked on one another.

He slipped his hand from underneath my skirt. My jaw hung agape as I watched him lift his fingers to his mouth, slipping them inside and tasting my essence.

“What are you —”

“Mm, good God, woman.” He growled — growled! His eyes closed as he sucked the last of my taste from his skilled digits, opening his eyes again to look at me with such fire, such passion, that I could scarcely catch my breath. Not that I wanted to.

My hands tugged at him, longing for his lips on mine, to feel his body against mine. I pulled at the back of his shirt, urging him to remove it. I needed skin on skin.

“No, love. Not this time.” He slowly helped me right my clothing, to my utter dismay and confusion.

“Did I do something wrong?” Doubt and worry crept through me, urging me to make myself small and timid once more.

“You were utter perfection. But that is all we are doing tonight.”

“Why?” He shifted, sitting on the bed beside me and turning me until we faced one another.

“Because I listened. I paid attention when you listened to your concerns. You wanted to go slowly.”

“I don’t want to go slowly anymore.”

“I understand. And in the height of pleasure, that’s understandable. But as the Dominant in this situation, it’s my job to keep things as planned, and not to stray off course. It’s easy to think you consent to something in the moment. But that’s not real consent. I could not forgive myself if you realize hours from now, or even days, that we went too fast and you regret it. That would kill me.”

“But I want it.” Wincing at the sound of my whining, I lowered my eyes.

“I know. You were utter perfection tonight, love.”

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