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“Do you remember the safe words we used at the club?”
“Yellow if I’m uncomfortable and red if I need to stop,” I answer without hesitation.
“That’s my good kitten.” Each time he praises me, I feel my arousal grow. I had no idea I was into praise as a kink. But my god, am I. I’m practically coming just from that. He moves his finger back up and joins it with a second digit then pushes them inside me once more.
Curling them in a come here motion, he rubs the front wall and then pulls them almost entirely out as he takes his other hand and presses his thumb against my lips for entry. I open my mouth and he slides in, mimicking the movement with his fingers in my now drenched pussy.
I suck and tease his thumb in my mouth, moaning my pleasure at his efforts. Then he leans down freeing his thumb from my mouth and replacing it with his own tongue. His hand that was at my mouth finds my clit and works it while his other hand works me from inside.
My impending orgasm is rushing up to the surface like a rising diver in need of air. His kiss only adds to the experience. Playing with my mouth as much as he is with my pussy. Nipping and sucking on my lips and tongue, I reach the edge and tip over exploding around his fingers inside me. He slips them out of me and grabs a tube of lubrication, moving to my ass while he encourages my orgasm to continue with his opposite expert hand.
Squirting some lube out he spreads it over my pussy then along my crack back to my ass. Holding my breath in anticipation, my muscles tense up.
“Breathe, Elle. I won’t go fast.” Rhett calms my nerves. I’ve never done anal play before. Just the thought has me getting more wet flooding between my legs. “Good, kitten. When I say, blow out your breath…Now.” His voice is soothing and helps me stay in the moment and out of my head.
I’m flying high, riding the pleasure he’s eliciting from me, and he slips one finger in my ass, amping up that pleasure. My muscles clamp around the tip of his finger as delicious burning spiders out from that point. Slowly he works his finger in and out of me while his other hand plays with my pussy alternating back and forth between it and my clit. Soon the burning sensation dissipates and I’m able to relax into the slow progression he’s making. Out and on each push in he goes just a bit further until I feel his palm flat against my ass cheek.
“God, you're such a sight,” Rhett praises me.
When he adds a second finger, I fall and begin to panic. The sensation is overwhelming me so much that all pleasure evaporates in an instant.
“Red!” The word slips from me in my mouth, my brain overloaded with confusion.
Rhett stops what he’s doing, pulling himself from my body without hesitation and releases the knot in the rope.
“I’m sorry. Talk to me, what are you feeling?” He gathers me close in his lap and rocks me back and forth.
I can’t gather words to explain what I’m feeling. Unsure, overwhelmed, ashamed at failing him. So many more things I don’t even recognize. I need to be alone to work them out.
Pulling away from him, I scoot to the head of the bed, pulling my knees up to my naked chest and wrapping my arms around my folded legs.
“I need a moment.” My voice is so raw with emotions it cracks, but I can’t help it.
“Okay, I’ll go get you some water. I’ll be right back.” Rhett’s long strides carry him from the bedroom quickly and he disappears from sight. Not long after he returns with a bottle of water.
“Here you go.” He hands me the water with the cap already off. “I’ll be in the living room if you need anything. Take all the time you need.” His words hold care and understanding without being pushy or demanding. A long finger trails down the side of my face before he turns and leaves me to my thoughts.
8 Languid Touches
Isit on Rhett's big bed and go over each emotion separately in the quiet of his bedroom. The cool air helps calm my nerves as I sip intermittently on the water he gave me. Why did I react like that?
I truly enjoyed what was happening between us, then all of a sudden I freaked out. But why? The only thing I’m able to come up with is it was too much too fast, even though he did take his time. It was probably just a system overload.
Feeling better about things, I wander out to find Rhett on his couch with a laptop resting on his legs propped up on his coffee table. When I break past the mouth of the hall he looks up, giving me his undivided attention.
“How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” He closes the laptop and stands coming my way but staying an arm's length away. His body is relaxed and open.
Hesitant to do what I want, I take a deep breath. “Thank you.”
“For what, exactly?” he asks with his head tilted slightly.
“For giving me space to work out things on my own and for not going too far while doing that.” My voice is soft but holds a bit of a tremor in it.
“Of course. I’ll always give you time to work things out. Either by yourself or I’ll be there to help you should you want it.” His eyes are soft and compassionate. I can’t hold back anymore.
Closing the distance between us, I move into his big body and wrap my arms around his lean hips, hugging him to me. He with-holds a return embrace for only a moment then envelops me in his strong safe arms.
I relax into his body and rest my cheek on his chest. The steady rise and fall of it with each breath is a comfort of its own. We stand there like that until my heart is no longer racing.
