“Come to bed,” he whispered. His cock filled and he dredged up every bad, embarrassing and cold memory to will away his erection.
She turned in his arms, stretched up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips and pulled away. Her robe slipped down her shoulders, and naked, she crawled between the sheets.
“Goodnight, Connor.” She turned away onto her side.
Connor’s eyes narrowed, his temper rising. Hell, how did he fix this if she wouldn’t tell him her problem?
He stripped off his clothes, leaving his jeans, T-shirt and underwear in an untidy pile on the floor. After flicking off the light, he crawled into her bed, thankful for the first time it was a double rather than one of the larger sizes. It gave him an excuse to touch her. He swallowed the curse trembling on his lips, thinking it instead. Fuck, what happened if he couldn’t fix whatever was wrong?
Connor woke, his arms full of delectable woman. During the night they’d gravitated to each other, seeking warmth and touch. He let himself drift, content to enjoy the moment of tenderness until his body reacted to her presence.
Maggie stirred, stretching like a cat, her body brushing his dick. Connor couldn’t help the involuntary jerk of his hips. He watched her face, the flicker of her eyes as she came fully awake.
“Connor.”
“Morning, babe.” He drew her closer and kissed her, signaling his intentions clearly. He wanted to make love to her. He mightn’t be able to tell her he loved her, but he could show her with his body, his actions.
“I need to clean my teeth,” she muttered.
“No,” he said, instinctively knowing she’d think too hard if she left the bed. He slid his mouth over her silky cheek, taking nibbles out of her neck. He slid his hands down her body in a long, luxurious stroke. Damn, he wanted to wake like this every day. His hand halted at the dip of her waist, and he kissed his way down her body, sliding a leg between hers. She softened beneath him, her relaxation giving implicit permission to continue.
Thank you.
He touched. Stroked. Kissed until sensation roared through him.
Chills rippled across his flesh when he entered her, contrasting with the heat surrounding his dick. Man that felt fantastic. Amazing. He rocked into her, taking it slow at first, using every bit of his expertise until she shuddered against him, cried out.
Pushing deeply, he let go, giving in to a sweet orgasm. Afterward, he held her close and wondered how he should play this. How did he demolish the wall he sensed between them? He wanted forever, and she wanted only what they had now.
Connor recalled one of his ex-girlfriends crying when he’d broken off things with her because he hadn’t wanted serious and she did.
One day, she’d said. You’ll find a woman you want. I hope she doesn’t want you back because then you’ll know how rejection feels.
Connor knew how dismissal felt. It was a brutal kick in the guts.
Sex is good. Spanking is fun and makes me hot. Sometimes variety helps spice things up and gives lovemaking a new edge.
I’ve been reading about bedtime stories. No, not the run-of-the-mill kids’ ones like Goldilocks and the Three Bears. That would be plain weird. No, I’ve been thinking about stories for grownups.
Imagine reading a story together. You and your partner are both naked. The book is open in front of you. There are pictures—explicit ones—and the words are even better, stimulating the imagination.
You’re in a private Turkish bath. The scent of fragrant jasmine oil lingers on the air. The air is moist and you lie on your stomach, sweat trickling down your face, your chest, between your breasts. Patiently, you wait for your massage, mind drifting away with the soft notes of birdsong, piped through an invisible sound system.
A door opens.
Footsteps pad closer.
Strong hands work your back. Stroking and gliding across moist skin. Slowly, they travel down your body, kneading and pushing your buttocks. A hand snakes between your legs, spreading them. Fingers work even lower, tickling across the root of your balls. The hand slips lower, massaging and teasing until your penis fills with blood and becomes erect.
I’m sure you get the picture. Adult bedtime stories can be a lot of fun and are a novel way of building desire.
Another method of foreplay I wanted to mention is role-playing. We role-play when we’re kids, pretending we’re bus drivers, nurses or shopkeepers. It’s a fun way of playing, involving imagination and sometime props. Think about it. Extend the idea into the adult arena. I’m sure you’ve seen or discussed some of the corny porn movies available for viewing. There’s a reason doctors and nurses or teacher and the naughty schoolgirl scenario are popular.
What? You think we’re all sick in the head?
I hate to break it to you, but if you’re reading my blog now, you’re on the same page. You like things a bit different. Role-playing falls into kink for some people. I guess it depends how far you want to take it, but role-playing is perfect for spanking foreplay.
Get costumes. Dress as a school girl, a nurse, a disobedient servant or geisha girl. Have your lover dress as his or her chosen character, improvise a script and have fun together. Agree beforehand what’s acceptable, what drifts out of bounds and use a pre-agreed safe word if boundaries are crossed. Play time should be enjoyable and not stray into torture.
