Page 70 of A Lesson In Beginning

“You’re quite the little spitfire. So, do you have anything you’d like to discuss before we begin?”

“I don’t think so. Our talk the other night did wonders for me. It calmed the nerves I had.”

“Do you still want to take things further than we —”

“Yes!”

“Enthusiastic, there, love?” His teasing smirk only furthered my blush.

“Sorry. Yes, I am still wanting to take things further. I have given you my list of limits, and I trust you to ease me into things, and respect my safewords if things move too quickly for me.”

“Good girl. Now come here.” He tugged me to him with one sharp pull of his hand, which had wrapped around my wrist at some point without my realizing. Soft breasts smashing against firm chest, I collided with him. He drowned my grunt of surprise by claiming my lips with his.

Mercy, how I’d missed this. His kiss. The feel of him guiding me, urging me towards the pleasure only he seemed to know how to provide. Hands shifted around my waist, moving up my spine as he walked me backwards, one step after another, carefully guiding me into the living room. The back of my knees impacted with the sofa, nearly toppling me over backwards.

One finger pressed against my chest, pushing me back until I did, in fact, land on the sofa.

“I could get drunk on your kisses, love.”

“Could you?” I whispered breathlessly.

“Absolutely.” Sitting beside me, he turned to face me. His hands caressed my cheek, brushing back the tendrils of hair that had fallen from behind my ear. “I like that you’re wearing your hair down more.”

“You told me you liked it.”

“That I did. Excellent memory.”

“And yet, your hair remains bound atop your head, even after my own echoed sentiments.”

“Sometimes the way you talk is absolutely perplexing, and yet somehow oddly arousing.”

“If I need to speak dumber for you to understand, I’d be more than happy to oblige.” My breath mingled with his as our lips hovered mere centimeters apart.

“That bratting makes me want to spank you. But I think it’s a little too early in the game for such things.”

“What if I said yes?”

“Then we can absolutely negotiate that for our next scene, love. For now, shut up and kiss me.” Our lips collided, playing over each other like a lover’s caress, soft and sensual, opening for each other as we lost ourselves.

“You remember your safewords?” I nodded my head, but he tsked at me, shaking his head no. “Say the words, Adah. Or this stops now.”

“Yes, I remember my safewords.” It was right there, on the tip of my tongue, the honorific he had not allowed me to call him. I honestly had no idea what he’d want me to call him, but I found it harder to refrain from such formalities the more we played.

“Good girl. Now, what is it you said the other night? Something about giving and receiving?” He pulled back, tapping his chin with a thoughtful, if not fully feigned, expression.

“I want to give, not only receive. It felt too one-sided last time.”

“Good job remembering, love. Now, let’s get started. The name of the game tonight is to obey. Don’t think about it unless it crosses a boundary, of course. But tonight, I want you to relax. Don’t overthink it. Just give in and surrender to the moment. Do you understand?” The way his breath fanned over my lips, his kiss only a breath away as he spoke, had me nearly out of my mind with desire and anticipation. I was not a patient woman on the best of days, but where Joel was concerned, I had no willpower whatsoever. None. Zilch. Nada.

“Kiss me.” He commanded.

“I was kissing you.”

“No, this time, I want you to kiss me on your own. I will not start it. I want you to kiss me.” He leaned back against the sofa, his head falling back against the upper ridge just slightly.

I thought about the position for a moment, then rose onto my knees, reaching over to press a soft kiss against his lips, while simultaneously trying not to topple rear-end up over his lap. Granted, that might be fun, but he had said that wasn’t on the agenda tonight.

“You can kiss better than that, love. Try again. This time, like you mean it.” Closing his eyes, he looked to be the picture of relaxation, simply waiting for me to make my move.

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