Page 54 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

He’d fucked something up. Dammit. He hated not knowing what he was doing.

Even if this was just supposed to be practice or whatever they were calling it, he wanted to get it right for her.

It was clear that she didn’t like being called a toy, and to be honest, he didn’t much like the idea either. Toys were things that you owned, but they could also be ignored and neglected. He wanted her to be cherished and coddled.

Subtly feeling her up under the guise of watching a movie was hot. Ignoring her felt wrong. The opposite of what he wanted. He wanted her to know that she had all of his attention.

So, he’d have to fix it. Hopefully he could still get it right.

He cupped her chin and made her face him. I’m sorry. I was wrong. You’re far too precious to be a toy.

He could see the worry and wonder in her eyes. .

I know you haven’t been watching the movie, and I haven’t either. I haven’t paid attention to anything but you. And you’ve been doing such a good job of relaxing and letting me take care of you. Can you keep doing that? Let me give you everything you need?

She nodded slowly, her lips actually parted in a little O.

That was it. That was what she’d needed before. What they both needed. She was gorgeous, with her pale hair fanned out over the pillow and that filmy fabric pushed up to expose her soft, perfect belly. She looked utterly debauched and so awed by his statement that it felt almost like a pain in his chest.

Now he just needed to ease them back into the scene. He squared his shoulders and fixed her with a stern glare. You may not move. And you may not come. You’re my beautiful girl, and you’re going to let me take care of you.

That elicited a full-body shiver, and Dustin had to school his own reaction. This was better than any porn he’d ever watched. The way that she would fight her own body’s needs to obey his orders was like fire in his veins.

Put your hands over your head. She tangled them into her flowing hair. Watch the movie, he commanded again.

She turned her head slowly, like she was moving through syrup. Like his words had no meaning except that she should obey them. Her eyes weren’t even trained toward the screen.

There was this look in her eyes, like she’d gone to some far-away place where she became this exquisite submissive person who was there only to obey him. To let him treasure her. It made her breath heavy and her pulse race.

He continued moving idly over her body, but now it was explicitly sexual. He pinched her nipples through that filmy fabric that, he noted, became rough if you rubbed it against a small area. He ran his hands under that sweet little shirt and then scratched down her sides. He traced along her inner thighs, brushing the back of his hand over her prominent bulge.

And every time she bucked up against him, he stopped.

It only took her two tries.

She was panting and whimpering now, and the movie was wrapping up.

He resumed his slow pace. She was whining now, a high-pitched tone in her throat. It made him want to fuck her, to ravage her and take everything that she had to give. To come inside of her and claim her.

But even more, it made him want to slow down. To extend her sensual agony as long as possible, until she was falling apart and completely his.

He pulled her panties down and tucked them below her balls. She was dripping and hard for him, and he continued the same slow movements, savoring her heated flesh against the delicate silk.

He ran one finger up her cock, watching her shiver. Her hands were clenched into the couch cushions, but she was still looking toward the television.

He spit into his own hand and then started a slow, loose rhythm. Not too fast. Not in any hurry. They still had maybe fifteen minutes left in the movie, so he had plenty of time. She was writhing, her chest rapidly rising and falling.

She was so fucking perfect like that. It made him almost dizzy with desire. The way that she was holding so still. Being so perfectly good. He knew that his too-light, too-slow touch must be driving her crazy. He slowed down even further. Finally, she couldn’t help it and thrust against him.

He stopped.

She glared at him. And, God, if he didn’t like that even more. This defiant, bold sort of submission.

He raised one eyebrow. You want me to stop? he asked lightly.

No. I want you to make me come.

He laughed, as though she were being cute and silly. Which she was, in this weird, beautiful thing that they were creating together. It’s too bad you’re not in charge, then.