“It would, wouldn’t it? A rather boring one at that,” he added, pressing his lips together as if he was resisting a smile, especially as it took her a moment to remember what exactly he was talking about. “Such a small price to pay to avoid it…”
“I—” Her mind was surprisingly blank. “What am I supposed to say again?”
At that, he laughed. “Acknowledgment of my superior skill,” he said. “Which I seem to be demonstrating rather well.” Before she could think, he’d split her legs apart with his knee, and without preamble, thrust two fingers into her already wet channel, hooking a touch. “Have a response for me?” he asked, withdrawing his fingers again and again, then swiping them in a circle around what she’d learned from one of her more interesting texts to be her clitoris.
“I—you—” she gasped, working to focus on the words as the sensations began to carry her completely out of herself.
“Words, Red. You owe me words,” he demanded without stopping, pulling her desire higher and higher. “Tell me that my skill and knowledge here are superior, and you trust both. That I know how to make you feel good.”
“I do,” she cried between strokes. “And you do. You make me feel so, so very good.” She nearly sobbed as he pressed down on her clitoris once more.
“I thought so,” he said rather smugly, but he did not pause for even a moment.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please. Please.” She barely understood what she was even asking for, just that she needed, wanted more. Of him and only him. Damn the price.
“I know what you need,” he said softly, moving over her body and tracing slow, languid kisses downward.
He spread her labia with his tongue and swirled exactly where his fingers had been only minutes prior, stroking in and out moving up to her clitoris, circling as the fingers returned, reviving the delicious tension while she spun higher and higher from his ministration.
She squeezed the bedsheets as he pulled her legs over his shoulders, drawing her closer to him, only increasing in speed and intensity. Her need was so exquisite and his focus so keen that she’d never felt so desired or so full. It was better than anything she’d experienced during their first joining.
Even if this wasn’t quite real, in that moment, it was everything. It was as if, with him, she was everything she’d secretly wanted to be—lively and entertaining and pleasing and beautiful—even if those qualities were inconsequential, and someone like her wishing to possess them was foolish. It just felt so… good. So, so good. Just like he said.
Her orgasm didn’t ripple over her; it exploded, causing her to scream, her hips bucking against his mouth.
“There we go,” he whispered, gently repositioning her on the bed, then bending and kissing her clitoris. He rose onto his elbows, a smug expression spreading over his handsome features. “How was that?”
“I…” was all she managed to say. She could barely form words.
“Are you going to answer me, or do I need another way to get theinformation out of you?” he asked in that stern tone, which somehow reignited what she’d believed a few moments ago was spent desire.
“What did you have in mind?” she whispered, spent but also somehow craving more.
“I was thinking of using that prophylactic you so generously readied,” he said, reaching for the jar and pulling out the condom sinking back on the bed.
Suddenly, her languid muscles had new life.
“Yes, please,” she said, rising on her elbows to watch him slide it over his still erect, proud penis, licking her lips once more. He met her gaze, that knowing, naughty little smile playing on his lips.
“I mean, you’re going to have to work for my responses.” She leaned back once more, opening her legs for him.
“With pleasure,” he said, a delightfully wicked grin spreading over his lips.
She expected him to ease himself on top of her, but instead, he stayed upon his knees and pulled her up by her wrists, taking her lips once more. If she’d thought their former kisses were intense, she had not known the meaning of the word. Slow and lingering, he nearly devoured her, his fingers twisting in her hair, holding her head in place as he plundered her mouth.
The kiss was too much and not enough at the same time. And for once, her brain completely stopped working. No thoughts, no arguments, no logic. Just feeling.
Closing her eyes, she let herself just be—lost in it and him. So much so that she’d barely noticed anything but the absence of his lips when he broke the kiss and leaned back so she was sitting astride his body.
“You want me to take charge?” she squeaked.
“I want you to be in this position,” he told her. “It’s rather adorablethat you believe I’m going to cede ground to you without a full battle.” He ran his thumbs over her hip bones, widening her legs a touch with every stroke. Her head dipped back as she groaned once more. “Wrong but adorable.”
Adorable. No one had ever described her that way. She opened her mouth to say so but could only moan as he grabbed her hips and guided her onto him and up again with a diabolical slowness.
“The advantage of being a man, not a boy,” he said, with a dark chuckle, like he could read her mind. As if to demonstrate, he thrust upward in slow, deep, deliberate strokes, filling her and releasing her, the vibration and pressure driving her near mad.
“What is?” she managed to gasp.
