“Your strength and know-how astounds me. You instinctively knew how to handle that jackass and came out on top. You never let your circumstances own you, and that is a remarkable trait which is why I know you’re going to excel in our line of business.” After that compliment, he leans forward and places a chaste kiss on my mouth, sparks of awareness strum through me. “What do you know about kissing?”
“Not much. Only what I’ve seen and read,” I admit. “But I’m good at learning and pick things up quickly. Want to be my teacher, Nova?”
“A little role playing, huh?” he jokes. “I’d love to teach you everything, Chaney.”
“I can’t wait to learn,” I purr. “Starting now.” With my hands still holding onto his jacket for dear life, I lean up on my tiptoes and wait for him to meet me in the middle. “Please, Nova. Kiss me.”
One of his hands leaves my hip and grabs me by the nape of my neck, drawing me closer. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, because once I get a taste of you, I’m never letting you go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go, I want you to keep me… forever,” I ascertain. “I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”
His eyes ignite with sexual prowess as he bends lower and tenderly rakes his lips across mine. When I hum, he goes in for the kill by swiping his tongue across my bottom lip before inserting it in my mouth and touching mine. As if I’ve been shocked by a livewire, my instincts take over and my tongue begins dueling with his. It becomes a game of superiority and dominance—who owns who more. A moan escapes him as he drags me closer, lifting me up and guiding my legs around his hips. He walks us over to the glass door that separates the outside from the inside and presses my back against it. The coolness of the glass seeps through my coat, but I don’t feel anything but him.
When he pulls back, his eyes are laden and if I were looking in the mirror, I’m sure mine are the same. “If we don’t stop now, things are going to progress and I’m not sure either one of us is ready for that.”
“The hardness pressing into me says you’re lying, Nova,” I declare, bravely reaching down between us and cupping his dick. “I ache for you.”
“I’m so wound up that I’m afraid I’ll hurt you If I give you what you’re asking for, Chaney,” he acknowledges. “If I were to take you right now, it wouldn’t be slow and sensual, it’d be hard, fast, and packed with pent-up, lustful frustration.”
“Pain doesn’t scare me, Nova. It’ll be a pinch in comparison to what I’ve experienced. I need you, Nova. I need your touch, your guidance, and Ineedto feel you buried deep inside of me.”
“You better be one-hundred percent sure, Chaney, because once we go there, it’s like an arrow, once you shoot it, there’s no calling it back.”
“Then be my bow, Nova, because I’m sure. I don’t need to think about it because it’s all I’ve thought about. I want that connection with you. Don’t make me beg, Nova, because I’m desperate enough that I will.”
“I’ll never make you beg for my attention, Chaney. You want me, you’ve got me.”
Just like my favorite scene in a movie, he shuffles me around, swinging my legs to where his arm is underneath them, carrying me bridal style into the house. He uses his backside to open and close the sliding door, locking it with his elbow once it’s been slid back into place and shut.
With my arms wound around his neck, I lean in and begin placing sporadic kisses along his nape. He shivers which has me grinning like a lovesick fool. He sprints toward the bedroom, and as we enter it, my belly dips.
Need and want overrides any anxiousness I have. The only thing I’m worried about is disappointing him. Like I truthfully told him before, being on the other side of pain was an everyday event in my life, I don’t fear it, and it doesn’t phase or deter me like it would most. I don’t feel it or react to it like others do.
“I’m going to let you lead, Chaney. I’ll take my cues from you,” Nova states as he lowers me to the ground to where I’m standing on my own two feet.
“I don’t want to lead, Nova,” I argue, swallowing past the mountainous lump in my throat. Worried about how he’ll react to what I have to say to him next. “I want to be directed. Possessed. Owned.”
He takes a giant step back, assessing me from head to toe before his entire demeanor changes. He goes from a relaxed stance toone full of authority. “Strip,” he orders. “Don’t leave a stitch of clothing on your body. Once you’re done, crawl up onto the bed and lay flat on your back.”
I release a heavy breath and begin disrobing. Excited butterflies flutter in my belly as each article of clothing is tossed to the side and he all but devours me with his eyes. When I get down to my panties, I take my time, seductively sliding them down my legs with a twinkle of defiance in my eyes.
“You’re playing with fire,” he cautions me, divesting himself of his cut, neatly folding it in half and laying on the edge of the dresser. “And now, you’re going to get burned.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
NOVA
With sturdy hands, I remove each and every article of clothing from my body. I watch with rapt attention as Chaney scoots up the bed, propping her head on my pillows so she can watch me. I know she understands the human anatomy and has read up on the differences between a man and a woman’s physique, but as I expose each inch of my flesh, her eyes widen exponentially. When I divest myself of my boxer briefs and my dick salutes her, she shudders.
“Scared?” I ask, my cock being the first one she’s seen in person must be a shock to her system.
She licks her lips and hums, “No, not scared. Intrigued. Do they all look like that?” she asks, waving her hand in the general direction of my midsection.
Wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping it a few times, precum pebbling at the head, I tell her, “I’m not an expert on all men’s dicks, Chaney. Generally speaking, I’d say I’m close to average in size, as far as how they look when it comes to shape and appearances go, yeah, I’d say they all look like this.”
“It’s beautiful,” she says in awe. I growl lowly in my throat, because the last thing a man wants to hear when it comes to his favorite appendage is that it’s beautiful. “Did I say something wrong, Nova?”
