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There was a distinct difference and I really liked that he pointed it out.
“You wrote that a man never gave you an orgasm.”
I shifted, tried to get up, suddenly embarrassed.
“Be a good girl and sit still.”
This time, his words weren’t as soft, but deep and low and commanding. I instantly stilled.
His hands began to roam again, now up and down my sides, his thumbs brushing the swells of my breasts. His knees parted further, and my thighs widened. Because of our size difference, I was completely open to him, even fully clothed.
When he cupped me there through my shorts and panties, I startled at the heat of his palm, the intimacy of the touch. His other hand palmed my breast, then skated over to the other, pinching the nipple.
I gasped at the feel. His touch was potent. Gentle, but insistent. Roaming and touching as if he had to learn my body.
“I should get the names of any man who touched you so I can beat the shit out of them,” he said. “Or thank them for being such shit lovers because I’ll be the one to give them to you. That’s not ego talking. It’s my job now to satisfy you. Why? Because you climbed in my lap where you belong. I will give you whatever you want. It’s my job to satisfy you. You’ll come, baby. I promise.”
Holy shit. I… I’d say he was a dirty talker, but it wasn’t all that dirty. It was all promise. From a focused lover who only had one thing in mind. Me.
His hands continued to roam, caressing every inch of me. As if he couldn’t stop himself. I was melting, like a smore over a fire, getting all gooey and soft. Dripping, even. I had no idea over the clothes petting was so hot.
He leaned in, nuzzled his nose along my neck then whispered in my ear. “You just have to tell me how you want to do it. One question, multiple choice quiz. Do you want to come on my, A- Fingers; B- Mouth; C- Dick or D- All of the above?”
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MAVERICK
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She was so fucking sweet. And sexy as hell. My dick was going to have a seam line imprinted in it. I couldn’t stop touching her. Her little shorts and t-shirt allowed me to see her body, feel her silky skin. I could do this all day, have her in my lap and just touch her over her clothes.
In the car, she’d been bold. Brave. Told me she was wet. Coming here, to this amazing house Bradley had found for me to live, made her shy. That was okay. I wasn’t going to rush her. She was right here with me on all of this. The only difference was that my dick and my brain were in sync. Hers wasn’t quite yet, but she was getting there.
She had a lot to lose if I was the asshole she expected me to be. So she’d sit in my lap all fucking day until she caught on that I was different.
I wasn’t the selfish lover who neglected her. The asshole who’d made her doubt herself. The fucker who’d made her apologize even when she didn’t even know what she did wrong.
Breathing in her scent, I kissed along her neck. I couldn’t help myself.
“I…”
I pulled my head back and met her eyes. Without her glasses, they were so bright. A shimmery green, slightly dazed. There was a spray of freckles across her nose and color bloomed in her cheeks.
“What?” I stroked the ends of her hair, the silky strands sifting through my fingers.
Her gaze dropped to my shirt and she lifted a finger to trace over the lettering on my chest. “I want to come, but I don’t want to decide.”
“Hmm,” I murmured, considering. Maybe she was worried about choosing wrong, that I wouldn’t like the answer. That was impossible because mouth, fingers, or dick were all correct options. Still, it was an insight into her. Letting go, giving up the need to think or decide. That pretty head of hers must churn all the time. “You want me to take charge?”
She nodded, then glanced up at me through her lashes. So fucking pretty.
With her sweet consent given and a plan in place, I was energized. Fuck yes.
My mission was to get Bridget to come any way I wanted.
“Choice E it is then,” I replied. “Take your hair down.”
She blinked, expecting me to say something different. Reaching up to work the hair tie from her bun made her tits lift beneath her t-shirt. I couldn’t resist cupping them and running my thumbs back and forth over her nipples. They hardened beneath my touch.
