Page 104 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

He wanted to bring her back to that liquid, languorous feeling, subspace, and let her float. He wanted to make her cry, gorgeous gray eyes dripping and red in pain and ecstasy.

But he also didn’t want to fuck it up.

He knew they both wanted more. But maybe this was enough for tonight. He wanted to end on a high note.

Hopefully he could give her something else just as good.

He pushed at the outside of both of her knees, signaling her to bring them together.

Catching her eye in the mirror, he unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out. She licked her lips hungrily.

It felt lewd and perfect, both of them fully dressed, but exposed for only one purpose.

He stepped behind her to drag the tip of his cock over her crimson skin. He guided it down between her cheeks, playing at the small bud of her hole and making her gasp before moving lower. When he was nudging up against the back of her balls, he thrust forward until his hips and the rough fabric of his jeans met her ass.

The tunnel he’d created between her thighs was warm and tight. It was so intimate and dirty to feel the underside of her solid shaft above his, to share the silky compression of those delicate panties.

He pulled back and thrust again. This was fucking, pure rutting and need, as she pushed back against him. He reached around to grasp her cock through the satiny fabric that was already damp.

My beautiful girl, he signed with the other hand. All mine.

She put up one hand, palm out. Yours.

He grazed his free hand down her side, the place that made her gasp and cry. He’d left bruises there before, but today he kept it lighter, enhancing the smack of his hips against her already stinging ass.

She was shaking now, mouth open, eyes raised. She had to be close. She could feel her whole body trembling.

He worked both hands, so close to the edge himself. God, he needed her and that desperate, captivating look when she met his eyes.

Wait, he told her, one handed. He loved making her beg. He loved the way the command of denial tore another hoarse shout from her throat, head shaking side to side as she held back.

That was all it took for Dustin to come, ecstasy crashing over him in waves while he thrust again and again into that tight, perfect space. So good. So his.

His hand rose to his chest. Mine, he commanded in the mirror. He held his hand there against his own thumping heart, wanting to say so much more. Wanting to say, “I’m falling in love with you.” Wanting to say, “Move in with me and don’t ever, ever leave.” Wanting to say, “Let me be your Daddy and take care of every rebellious, depraved need, then piece you back together every day for the rest of our lines.”

But it was too soon for that. Too soon to claim everything he wanted and risk chasing her away.

Instead, he pulled out, his softening shaft caressed by her balls. He pressed his damp cock more gently against the cleft of her ass, keeping their connection close as his pulse hammered and aftershocks of pleasure raced through him.

You’re such a dirty girl, he told her. Can you feel my cum in your panties? The dampness spread through the fabric where his fingers clenched. Are you going to get yourself off in my cum?

She was keening now. Please, she dropped one hand from the chair to sign. Please, please, please.

That’s right. Get your panties all dirty for me.

That was all it took. Mouth stretched open, lashes squeezed shut, she came beautifully for him. He bent over her back and bit her shoulder, adding just a touch of pain while he held her close and worked her through the wet material.

She was dazed and trembling when she finally started to pull away from the over stimulation. That was another game that he wanted to play one day. But not yet.

Right now, she was loose and pliant in his arms, snuggling back against him.

He wrapped both arms around her, helping her to stand on unsteady feet while they gazed at each other in the mirror. Her hair was beautifully disarrayed, her skin flushed. The perfect picture of ravishment, though they were both completely dressed.

She turned to hold him, her head resting against his heart’s rapid beat. He pulled the clip out of her hair and ran his fingers through the pale, silky tresses.

Maybe he already did love her.

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