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What is he waiting for?
Jocelyn wondered if he was being gentlemanly, waiting for her to initiate things. She slipped her arm around his shoulders, reached her hand up to the back of his neck, and curled a lock of his hair between her fingers. His eyes closed slowly as she tugged and coiled her fingers around more soft strands.
She leaned closer, seeking his lips for another, hopefully uninterrupted, kiss. Her lips pressed to his jaw. His whiskers tickled her mouth. He didn’t so much as move an eyelash.
Time to let him know what she was here for. She raked her nails through the hair on the back of his head, and brought her free hand to his chest. She trailed a more aggressive kiss from his jaw to the corner of his mouth, and lifted off of the sofa to then climb on top of his lap, drop her knees down next to his legs, and straddle his hips.
Finally, his eyes popped open in surprise. Before he could say anything or do anything, Jocelyn cupped her hands along either side of his face and plastered her lips over his mouth. She licked her way inside to the warmth and familiar taste of him. He didn’t stop her, but didn’t engage her as she expected. This was definitely a nice kiss, but the earlier ones had practically scorched her socks off.
She thought he’d flip her onto her back and press his cock into her belly like before. Trying to get a more forceful reaction out of him, Jocelyn reached between them and stroked the front of his jeans. Finally, he reacted to something she did. His cock stiffened as she stroked up and down. Their kiss continued, but wasn’t as combustible as either time before. What was wrong? Why wasn’t he interested any longer?
Unsure of why he didn’t seem to want her anymore, Jocelyn broke the kiss and moved her hand. She pulled away from him, but he stopped her. Fingers gripping her arms, he tilted his head back to look in her eyes.
She saw the lust there. What was she missing?
“I really want to have sex with you,” she blurted out, surprising even herself with the confession.
“Do you now?” His cocky grin returned.
“Why do I feel like I’m the only one who’s interested in getting naked?”
The smile faded. He stared at her for quite a while. His tone dark and low, he said, “The thing is, I have particular tastes when it comes to pleasures of the flesh.”
She cocked her head to one side. “So are you telling me, it’s your way or the highway…or dusty trail…so to speak?”
He swallowed hard. His expression said he wanted her, but didn’t know how to tell her what he preferred. Or perhaps he was afraid she wouldn’t be interested in his hidden dark desires. Whatever they were.
Jocelyn stared at him for a count of three. When he didn’t respond, she tried once more. “Okay. Let’s try it this way. Why don’t I tell you what I’d like to do to you right now,” she said, staring deeply into the incalculable depths of his saltwater blue eyes. “I’d planned to strip naked, pull your clothes off, climb on top of you, and ride your cock like a horse in a full gallop until we both came. What do you say?”
He cleared his throat. “Not the way I would have gone, but I’ll make a deal with you. We can have sex your way first, if you allow me to have sex with you my way for round two.”
“What do you want to do?” she asked, unable to hide the quiver in her tone. She’d thought that climbing on top and riding him was a bit nonstandard in the world of stranger sex, but she had been out of the game for a while. Perhaps the simple woman-on-top scenario was not exceeding the standard in vanilla sex anymore.
“What I want requires a lot more control.”
“Control?”
“As in I’d want to be in complete command of it and you for the duration of our time together.”
Jocelyn’s heart plummeted to her stomach. “Like bondage or something?”
“Yes. Exactly like that.”
Her lips pursed. “Oh.” Fearful she wasn’t sophisticated enough to play the kind of sex games he had in mind, she tried to lift off of his lap, but he was faster. His arms snaked around her back and held her fast to his thighs. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked sternly.
As alarmed as she was by his sudden aggressive overture, Jocelyn didn’t understand the immediate sexual thrill she experienced at what he suggested previously. Did she want to be tied down? Did he plan to whip her if she said no? Did he want to force her to bend to his will?
