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“Not hard enough,” he said, “because I’m not getting it. If you want to take the initiative in oral sex, I promise to lie back and enjoy it. Show me the man who wouldn’t.”
“Because he wants to set the agenda! You justsaid—”
“Do you know what I want?” he asked.
“No,” she said, looking huffy. “I’m completely confused by now. That’s what I’ve been trying toexplain.”
“I want a wrestling match,” he said. “I want you to throw your leg over me, kiss your way down my body, take me in your mouth, and work me over until I’m groaning, then come down over me and ride me hard. And then I want to pick you up off me, hear you tell me that you were just about to come, tellyouthat I know, and having to wait is better, and ride you that same way. I want to tell you to turn over and watch you do it, because all you want is that orgasm, and you’ll do anything to get it sooner. I want to bite the back of your neck. I want to hold the backs of your thighs in my hands, kiss my way down your spine, and bite your arse some, too. I want to touch you when you can’t stand for me not to for another second, and then I want to do what I said. Everything I said, until your forehead’s banging against the mattress and you’re grabbing the sheets and you’ll probably be sore tomorrow, and you won’t care. I want you to have to change your undies halfway through the day, because you can’t sit on the bench in your robe and be that wet, and I texted you and promised to do it even better tonight. And another night, maybe I want to lose that wrestling match. I’m open to the possibility. But not the whip.”
“Not the …” She was staring at him as if she couldn’t believe it. Her mouth was open, and her pupils were dilated. “And you’re doing it again. This is supposed to be adiscussion!”
“I’m discussing. I’m doing nothingbutdiscussing.”
“There are no whips,” she said, enunciating every word. “Zero whips. Am I drunk? I think I must be drunk. Did I have two glasses of wine?”
“I hope so,” he said. “Right. No whips.” It was so hard to keep a straight face. “How about ropes?”
“Are you actuallyinsane?”She was staring some more. “What about me says ‘ropes’?”
He sighed. “Well, I thought, cowgirl … Right. If we’ve established that … Silk ties? How about those?”
“I don’t know,” she said stiffly. “I’ve never done it.”
“Giving, or receiving?”
“Excuseme?”
“Bondage can work for both parties,” he pointed out. “Taking turns, as discussed, though I want more turns on the ‘giving’ end, since we’re being honest. As you mentioned submission and, ah, not.”
“You wouldn’t want to do that,” she said.
“Oh, yeah,” he assured her. “I would. Either way. And, yeah, the whips were a joke.”
“Oh.” She relaxed some. “I was waiting for sex toys next.”
“Well, yeah, sex toys. What?” he said, when her head shot up. “You said you weren’t good at it, or at letting go, or something, because I can’t quite suss it out, and I’ll be awkwardly trying to disentangle myself from you whilst, presumably, bringing over other women to have hot sex with, women who know how. In the bedroom next to my kids. With no babysitter. How do you think all that hot sex happens, though, the kind other people are supposed to be having? With some help at times, that’s how, to get out of the ‘parent’ spot and into the, ah, fun place.”
“Oh,” she said. “That’s a thought.” Which, yes, it was. Then she went on. “I could probably babysit occasionally, I guess. I’m usually not doing anything else anyway, and I only have two more possible dates after tomorrow. The kids are—"
“I refuse to believe you’re a judge,” he said. “Your listening comprehension is rubbish. If I listened like that, I’d get the sack, and rightly.”
She sat up straighter. “I have excellent listening skills.”
“Not right now, you don’t. So I’m going to spell it out for you. Ready?’
“Uh … yes.” Face set in determined lines, hands clasped in her lap, like she was the one facing the jury.
“One,” he said. “I want to have sex with you. Fairly intensely. And not just because I’m starved for it, or because you’re right here, so bloody convenient, or whatever you’re thinking.” She opened her mouth, and he held up a finger. “I’m not done.” He added a second finger. “Two. I’m not interested in having it with anyone else, and I wish you’d ring that bloke up and tell him to bugger off, too.” A third finger. “Three. I don’t know what dirty talk normally is. I only know how I do it, and that’s how. I like it, so if you like it as well, we’ve got no problem. As long as your texts are secure.”
“As long as my …” She was staring at him.
“Well, yeah. How do you imagine I’ll be building that anticipation? I’m a construction manager. I can’t exactly ring you up in the middle of having a chat with the framers and tell you I plan to bite your arse.”
“I liked the part about holding my thighs apart best,” she said. “So you know. I’m not sure about biting. Not if it’s going to hurt.”
“It’s not going to hurt,” he said. “A bit of a nip, that’s all, because, sorry, but you’re pretty bloody biteable. Pain’s bad. Sensation, though, and a little shock? Yeah, those are fun.”
“Oh.” She blinked, and then she stood up.
