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She opened her eyes at that, furrowing her brow. She studied my face, looking for something I wasn’t willing to share, her lips parting as she started to speak. “Marina -”
I shifted my hand to press two fingers into her hole while my thumb rubbed against her clit, quickly enough to take back control of the situation. She cried out as I entered her, relishing the velvet softness of her innermost places. I curled my fingers, alternating between them and my thumb to keep her just at the edge. Her muscles were tightening at every touch, so close to release.
“You’re so honest here,” I said, thrusting hard inside her. “You’re so wet I can add a third finger.” The only sounds coming from her mouth were the moans she tried to hold back, so I took it as approval. The third finger went in smoothly, and I focused on pounding into her hole. I let my thumb drop away and brought my mouth back to her clit, sucking on it lightly.
“I’m going to cum,” she breathed, curling towards me. That brought her face so close,tooclose. It made me want to kiss her, but I knew I couldn’t.
“Look at me, Daphne,” I whispered, and she did. We were so close I could the tears of pleasure forming along her waterline. “Cum.” It only took a few more seconds of pressure against her clit before I felt her spasm around my fingers. She cried out, clutching me as best she could in our position, but I didn’t stop fucking her until she was done.
Her eyes were heavy, but satisfied, as she looked at me. I leaned back and rested my head against her thigh, giving her time to catch her breath, but then something changed. I could see it happen, see the thought form behind her eyes.
She was going to kiss me.
She moved forward, slowly, and it took every ounce of willpower I still had to turn my head away. She froze, then pull away, releasing her hold on my hair. Part of me was afraid to see what expression she was making, but I looked anyway. My heart ached at the confusion and rejection painted on her face.
“I save those kisses for my lovers,” I said, a half-assed explanation, but the best I could do at the moment.
Her eyes widened, and it took her a moment to speak. “Oh. Sorry.”
Questions I wanted to ask bubbled up inside me, but I couldn’t let them out. What was our relationship? Did she want more than just sex from me? Why did she look so sad?
It wasn’t the time to ask, or maybe it was. Truthfully, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t ask those things of her, no matter how badly I wanted to. Because I was afraid. My love was one-sided, but as long as it was a secret I could stay beside her. If she knew how I felt about her…I couldn’t bear it. I was sure it would end our physical relationship, but what about our professional? Would she have me transferred? Maybe it would be for the best, but I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know if I ever would be.
As the silence grew between us I realized my fingers were still inside her. I pulled them out and admired the wetness that coated them. No matter what, I knew I could satisfy her like this.
“I’ve only ever used my fingers and tongue on you,” I said suddenly, switching gears. “Have you ever been fucked with a dildo?”
She gulped and flicked her eyes to my fingers. “Not…not by someone else,” she admitted, and immediately my mind was filled with images of her masturbating. The heat that had died down inside me came back with a vengeance at the thought.
I swirled one finger around her entrance, teasing it. “I could fuck you for hours with a strap-on,” I mused, dipping back inside her. “I would hold you down and fuck you until real dicks can’t compare.” She clenched as I pulled the finger out and ran it over my tongue in one slow motion, letting her flavor fill my mouth. “But maybe they already can’t.”
A shiver ran through her body. God, I was mean, but she brought out the worst in me. And the best, I supposed. She made every part of me feel alive.
Her chest heaved as she watched me, entranced. Finally, she cleared her throat. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one naked.”
I blinked. I had already forgotten I was still dressed, though I was just in my pajamas.
She reached out and took my hand, pulling me up until I was standing. There was a hesitation written on her face, but she overcame whatever held her back and copied me, licking her own essence off my other fingers. My mind started short-circuiting at the erotic display, but she didn’t give me time to struggle. Her hands tugged at my shorts, sending them falling to my ankles. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to take off my T-shirt.
It was my turn to hesitate.
Daphne had never seen me naked before. Our relations outside of work had always been focused on her. That made it easy. That way I could hide. A tongue is a tongue and fingers are fingers, no matter the gender; but if she saw me naked, there would be no pretending.
I hesitated too long. “I want to touch you, too,” she whispered, suddenly unable to look at me.
She was the only person I had ever met who could break me so easily. I took a deep breath and kicked my shorts away. Daphne moved to the side as I climbed onto the bed. I faced away from her as I slid off my underwear.
Gently, I leaned against her, giving her time to adjust and catch me. I let myself nestle against her chest as her legs parted on either side of me.
Her body was stiff, so I took the lead. I took one of her hands and pressed it against my stomach, over my shirt. “Touch me.”
Her chest rose as she sucked in a breath, and for a second I thought she was going to run away; but then her hand moved.
She slipped her hand beneath my shirt and brushed up my stomach until she reached my breasts. Her movements were sure, eager, almost, as she fondled me. I gasped as her other hand snuck beneath my shirt to play with the other. “Fuck,” I whispered. It felt so good to have her touch me. My breasts felt like they were going to burst, and I was sure that wetness was gathering between my legs.
“Do you like that?” she murmured, half to herself and half to me.
“Yes,” I breathed, then moaned as she pinched my nipple. Every place she touched felt amazing, but her movements were clumsy. She was exploring, trying to figure out how and where to touch. At any other moment I would have been happy to become her toy, but this was torture.
