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“Yeah, thanks.” I climbed in, feeling the weary exhaustion settling in. Laying my head on the pillow, I looked up at him. He scooted closer to me, looming above and drawing my eyes to his broad shoulders and the white ribbed tank stretched across his chest.
Suddenly, I wanted to run my tongue along that dip near his throat and explore his body with my greedy hands. I wondered what kind of sound he made the first time he slid into a woman. Would it be a deep, throaty moan or a grunt of satisfaction and relief? Did his eyes flutter closed when someone was sucking him, or did he stare intently, palming the back of their head and watching as his length disappeared into a wet, willing mouth?
Heat flared in his eyes as he looked at me. His voice dropped to a low, gravelly whisper. “Give me the word, and I’ll make every scenario you’re imagining come true.”
My breath caught in my throat, aware of the others in the room. I subtly shook my head and tilted it toward the other pillow.
He took in my flushed cheeks and ran his hands up my bare thighs until he reached the hem of my sleep shorts, sending a torrent of want through me.
Diego dropped into the space next to me, leaving one leg tossed over mine. The scent of his shampoo was all I could smell, and I inhaled greedily. Mint and something spicy tickled my nose.
His thigh was heavy on mine, and he wound his leg around my calf, pulling me closer. “Are you a cuddler?” he whispered, inches from my face.
Lord have mercy.
“Sometimes,” I admitted. “Depends on the person.”
I trapped his leg between my own, the hair on his thigh tickling my sensitive skin. I felt the exhaustion from the day pulling me under, but I refused to fall asleep just yet, wanting to study him further. Lifting a hand, I gently stroked my fingertips down the stubble on his jaw. He hadn’t been clean-shaven since we arrived, and I very much enjoyed the roughness left behind.
Recalling the tickle of his whiskers on my lips last night, I wondered if that was something a person got used to or if it would be a pleasant surprise every time.
My eyes flicked to his lips as he pulled the lower one into his mouth, biting the pillowy flesh.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice was a quiet murmur. Barely a sound, but the words resonated through me.
Yes!I wanted to cry.
As I opened my mouth to respond, the lights flicked off. I heard the rustling sounds of the others settling into their beds. Little snippets of conversation carried on the summer breeze as it floated through the open window.
Instead of verbally answering, I leaned forward, brushing his lips with mine. Shrouded in darkness, encased in the cocoon of our little bed, I felt emboldened. He sucked in a breath and remained where he was, letting me take the lead. He gently returned the kiss, and I felt him restraining himself from taking it over completely.
I explored his soft lips, the coarseness of his short beard indeed tickling me as I moved my mouth over his. Diego’s hands remained where they were, and the one I had used to stroke his cheek threaded into his hair.
I broke the kiss, pulling away an agonizing inch. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” His answering whisper was rife with need and desire. “Take control. Take what you want and need. I am yours to enjoy.”
Those words sent a heady thrill through me. I always enjoyed a bit of control, but I’d never had someone offer it so freely without snatching it right back moments later.
I raked my hands along his scalp, fisting the longer hair at the crown of his head and directing our kiss. I began slowly again, teasing his bottom lip with my teeth, then gripping it firmly. His exhale was shaky at best as I soothed my tongue over the hurt.
“Breathe,” I told him, feathering a kiss on the corner of his mouth. When he took a deep inhale, I praised him with a smile and a husky, “Good boy,” enjoying the control while I could.
“Oh fuck. Sophie, yes,” he groaned, sounding horny and pleased as hell. His soft moan cut off as if shocked it had escaped.
“Praise kink, huh?” I whispered, keeping my voice low when the others were still likely falling asleep.
“Does that freak you out?” His words were whispered, keeping our conversation to ourselves instead of broadcasting things to the rest of our housemates.
I thought about it for a second. “No. Who doesn’t want to know they’re doing a good job?”
Diego smiled at me. “I also, uh… fuck. Might as well put it all out on the table now, huh? I enjoy being told what to do. And being rewarded for it. I want to know what makes my partner feel their best.” He cleared his throat, the skin of his cheeks deepening in color.
“So you’re looking for a Domme?” I whispered, conscious that we weren’t alone here. The wording sounded like he was more comfortable in a submissive role.
“No, Soph. Not really.” He smiled reassuringly when he felt my hand loosen its grip. “It just turns me all the fucking way on when my partner is vocal about what they like from me.”
Ideas lit up in my mind, the neurons firing faster and faster as I put the pieces together. If a partner was willing to take direction without offense, that might actually solve my lack-of-orgasm problem. Poor Peter Rabbit, my battery-operated boyfriend, needed a break. Or to join us. Oh fuck, there was an idea.
