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At his quick response, a shiver races through me. Whoo. This is heady. I feel powerful. I feel sexy.
“Do you think you can control yourself, boy?”
He nods jerkily.
I lean my body into his and kiss him again, this time, wrapping my arms around his neck. I nibble at his firm lips and spread kisses over the corners of his mouth and chin because I like how his beard feels. Between pecks, I remind him to keep his hands on the bed, and he does. He breathes heavy and melds his lips with mine, but his hands don’t budge. He doesn’t try to take control.
When I’ve had my fill of his submissive nips, I use my thumb to tug down his lower lip. Curling my fist in the hair at his nape, I spear my tongue inside.
Brawn’s mouth is hot and wet and gentle as I lave its interior. My curiosity is my guide, and I explore in a way I’ve never had the freedom to before.
I’m into this.Sointo this! Every part of it. Brawn’s rigid body beneath mine, his obedience, the desperate whimper that escapes him when I pull back to reposition.
To think I might never have known this joy if we’d stuck to his rule!
I’m not wearing underwear, and the sweats I’m wearing are doing a poor job of containing my wetness. I can feel the soft cotton sticking to me, and I want Brawn to feel it too.
“I’m going to trust you with something very important,” I say against his mouth. “I want you to slide your hand inside my sweats and feel how wet I am, but you have to remember my rule.”
“No going inside,” he says, breathless.
“Do you think you can be a good boy and only touch me on the outside?”
He nods like a bobblehead. “Yes, Petal.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “You can trust me.”
I squeeze him between my thighs and rise up to give him room to work. With a single tug, I loosen the drawstring, and the waistband goes slack.
Using just one hand, Brawn starts at my knee and skims upward. His touch is warm and firm through the cotton. When he reaches the loose waistband, he turns his hand, and his knuckles brush my skin. I inhale sharply as an arrow of arousal shoots through me.
Brawn’s hand tunnels, millimeter by millimeter, over my lower abdomen, my pubic hair, my mound. As the rough pads of his fingers inch downward, tiny electric jolts of pleasure course through me. Slowly, deliberately, one of his digits spreads my outer lips, and a fresh trickle of moisture makes my wet spot even bigger.
Brawn’s touch is magic.
I’m panting with anticipation. I want his fingers on methere,and the wanting is so strong I might just be okay with it if he dips inside of me just a little.
But he won’t. The careful glide of his touch to its target and the tremor in his arm tell me he will follow directions to aT.
I’m disappointed. I’m turned on. I’m—speechless. I can’t tell which fingers are doing what, but somehow, he’s cupping me where I’m wet for him, and also putting pressure on my clit. It feelssooooooamazing.
“Fuck, Petal. Fuck, you’re wet.”
I nuzzle his neck. “It’s for you, Ben. Because you’re being such a good boy.”
He whispers a string of curses like a prayer.
Both of us are breathing faster. I think it’s his thumb rubbing back and forth over my clit while the rest of his hand just holds me there, grounding me while my spirit soars.
“Yes, Ben. That’s good. Keep going.”
“Are you gonna come for me, Petal?”
“Mmmm.” I rock my forehead on his shoulder. I will come if he keeps this up, but I’m forgetting my role. I’m in charge. That means, my pleasure comes second.
“Stop, Ben.”
Instantly, his hand stills.
“Hands on the bed, again.”
