“It really has. You… You were incredible today,” Maeve says, her eyes misting over. “And you must be exhausted after you got such little sleep last night.”
“I’m grand,” I say in my best Irish accent. “Am I getting better?”
Maeve scrunches up her nose. “I think it’s best you keep your mouth for kissing,” she says. “Speaking of which, I’m still waiting.”
I don’t make her wait a second longer. I bring my lips to hers and gently, gently press my mouth against hers. Pulling her toplip between mine, I’m only partly surprised when she opens her mouth fully for me. And then I dive right in.
We kiss for what feels like hours but I know it’s only minutes and yet so much happens in that time. Maeve makes the sweetest sounds. Her hands explore my body, up and down my back before getting lost in my locs. And I leave her mouth on occasion to litter her neck, earlobe and jaw with kisses.
At one point, Maeve wraps her legs around me, bringing the center of her closer to the center of me.
“Is that okay?” she asks. “I just want to be closer to you.”
“It’s very okay. And I feel the same.”
I’d be lying if I said it’s easy to keep still, to not rock my hard cock up and against her warm, supple body. It would be a total mistruth to say I don’t think about what this would be like if we were completely naked, if denim and cotton weren’t separating our skin. But if anything, these fantasies only heighten my desire and my enjoyment of this moment. They don’t take anything away.
“I could stay like this forever,” I say, kissing her hairline as I lift my body enough to smooth her hair away from her face.
“Me too,” she says.
And we kiss some more. Again, minutes that feel like hours go by and it’s only when I hear the gurgling growl of Maeve’s stomach that I remember how she said she was hungry. I push up on my hands above her.
“I said I’d feed you,” I say and ready myself to get up but her hands move to grip my forearms.
“I’m not hungry any more,” she says and her voice is small and almost frail sounding. “And I… I want to try something.”
“Oh?”
“I want… I want you to come. You know, have an orgasm. With me watching.”
“Maeve, I don’t—”
“No, sorry, Loncey, this isn’t about what you want. It’s about whatIwant. Or what I think I want.”
“Maeve, if you’re not sure, we shouldn’t even be talking about it.”
“No.” She squeezes her eyes shut, then opens them again and the green in her irises is bright and bold. “I know I want this. I want to know what it’s like when you come, when you feel good, in that way.”
I lower down to my elbows. “How… how do you want it to happen?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “Would you mind doing it yourself? I don’t feel like it’s something I want to do, or maybe even could do. But I want to be there. I… I want to watch.”
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know,” she says and her smiles makes all her features soften. “I really do believe you when you say that.”
“Good.” I glance up and, looking out of Maeve’s floor-to-ceiling windows, I see just how dark the night is. Lights from surrounding buildings light up the sky but that doesn’t stop a few stars being visible above us. I can see the three bright stars of Orion’s belt. I can see the firework-like arrangement that is the Pleiades star cluster and close to them, I think I can even make out the faint outline of Taurus.
“Please, Loncey,” she says and her hand comes up to cup my cheek. “I don’t know when or if I may feel like this again. I want to do this now, if you do.”
“I only want to do this if you’re completely comfortable,” I say and, in my mind, it’s the last time I’ll check.
“I’m comfortable,” she says. “With you.”
And I see it. The trust. It’s there in her eyes and in the way her hand moves down the front of my body and finds the buckle of my belt.
I roll to the side but stay close. “Here’s how it’s going to happen,” I say and it amuses me momentarily how my Dom voice returns so easily. “I’m going to lie like this, by your side, and I’m going to start touching myself. Find a pillow for your head and get comfortable. If you want, you can look down and see what my hand’s doing. Or if you prefer, you can keep your eyes on mine. I’ll be looking at you, Maeve, and I want you to keep communicating with me. I want you to tell me when something doesn’t feel good, if you want me to stop.”
