I glanced down at her lips, moving my hand to rub against her bottom that was so beautiful because it was bruised from my kisses.
She opened her mouth, drawing my thumb in, and sucked it, all the while her eyes were on me.
And fuck me. If I hadn’t been hard before, I was now. In fact, I was aching.
“You’re killing me, baby,” I told her, pulling my thumb out.
“As much as you’re killing me, Josh.” She tilted her head back, her eyes looking at her hands, and then back at me. “I never had sex against the wall.”
“Do you want to try it?”
“Maybe someday. But not today.”
“No?” I questioned. Hell, she could have me anyway she wanted and I would say yes.
“No,” she repeated, tugging her hands loose. I finally relented, but still kept her caged in. “But I will tell you what I want now.”
“Please do share with the rest of the class,” I teased, nipping at her jaw. When I had started this, it wasn’t with sex on the mind. It was just about tasting her, showing her, allowing her to be her. But damn it, I was okay with sex.
“I want you in my bed,” she mumbled, her hands shifting to hold onto my hips. “I want you to do me so many things.”
“Like what?”
She blinked a few times before slowly smirking. And those lips, lifting like that, still bruised and swollen, yeah, had me leaking yet again.
“I want to be putty in your hands. But more importantly, I want to let go.”
There was the line I was looking for.
I bent down, hooking my arm under her legs and lifted her with ease.
“I want you, Kelly, to show me, to teach me, what else you like, and I promise to always deliver.”
Chapter 6
Kelly
Ibit my lip as he took me to the room, laying me down on the bed. His eyes flashed with desire and that had me rubbing my thighs together.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t had sex, duh, I did. But I guess one could say that maybe my partners were assholes. They thought they knew everything, and don’t get me wrong, most did make me sort of happy. But was I ever fully satisfied?
Nope.
And did I complain to my best friend?
Yes.
So, I had no doubt that Josh would deliver here. That he would make me happy.
“I think I like pain.”
“Oh, I had no doubt on that one,” he told me, kissing down my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, then jumped as he bit down.
I would have thought I’d scream or something, instead I moaned, arching up against him, seeking more.
“Why?”
“Because you’re a bad girl, Kelly. You have never struck me as being a vanilla type in the bedroom. I won’t say whips and chains are to your liking. But some pain, some biting, hair tugging, spanking, all would be something you craved.”
