“I think when we go to bed tonight, I should be on top.”
Faith stuttered, settled in her chair, and smirked at him. “Why?”
“One, because ever since we returned from Kentucky, I’m only wearing my brace at work. I don’t wear it around the house any longer.” He pointed to his leg and she jerked in shock.
“When did that happen?”
“Monday night, after work. I didn’t put it on after my shower until I left here Tuesday morning for work. I’m not saying this next part in a bad way, I’m not, but you’ve been busy getting to know the horses, on paper, all week, and we haven’t really had sex since we got back. I’m not complaining, because getting backinto the physical labor of mucking out the stalls was tough, and I’ve been exhausted.”
“Okay, I can understand that. I’ve been brain dead when I get home at night. Trying to keep all the information about the horses straight in my head. It should be better once I get them out on the track, and can actually feel what I’m reading.”
Shay grinned, “I actually understand that. I saw Clem before I clocked out tonight, he said the track should be ready by Monday.”
“Good, I can’t wait to get out there.” She shook her head and chuckled. “Okay, let’s get back to why you want to be on top.”
Shay sat up, and reached out to take her hands in his. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy you being on top, but I think my ego is bruised. You told me to stop, because I put too much pressure on my knee and I listed to the side when I made love to you. I want to be on top to see if my knee is healed or if I really suck as a lover.”
“You do not suck as a lover.” At his look she gripped his hands in hers. “If you sucked as a lover, you wouldn’t care whether I had an orgasm or not, you wouldn’t know where my clit is, and you wouldn’t make sure I had my pleasure before you got off. Those are signs of sucky lovers. Ask me how I know.”
“I’ll take your word for it. I want to see if my knee is healed. I’m still two weeks away from going back to Dr. Johnson. I know this is fucked up, but if we can have sex, with me on top, and I don’t jerk, and hurt you like before, then I want to go to Caleb and see what he thinks.” He saw her expression and laughed. “No, I won’t tell him about my sex theory. There are some things you just don’t talk about with another guy.”
Faith wiped a hand over her mouth, but she couldn’t cover her smirk in time for him to see it. They stared at each other for several moments before she shrugged.
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Sure, Shay, we’re in a relationship. We haven’t had sex in over a week. We’ve both been exhausted when we drag our asses home, eat, shower, and fall into bed. I don’t know about you, but I have tomorrow off. We can play tonight, have fun, and rest tomorrow.” She watched him, then leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. She looked at her nails, then at him, at her nails again, and spoke clearly, “Besides, I think I’m ready for the larger plug.” She gave a little screech, then a laugh as he shoved his chair back, lunged for her, picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, then as he strode down the hall to their bedroom, he slapped her on the ass. Not once, not twice, but three times. By the time he flipped her onto the bed, she was hot and bothered, because on his directive, she’d inserted a butt plug that morning, and wore it all day.
Shay looked at her and kept his eyes on her as he slowly started to unbutton his shirt. In the past, he’d always worn tee shirts, since coming to Colorado, he still wore them, but they were now beneath a button up shirt that Faith had picked for him and called his cowboy shirt. He pulled it from the waistband of his jeans, removed it, then pulled the tee over his head. With his eyes still on her, he unbuckled his belt, and smiled when she rubbed her thighs together.
“Like what you see?” he asked, and wondered when his voice had morphed into gravel.
“Yes.” She nodded and reached for the hem of her own shirt, and when he didn’t stop her, she sat up to remove it. By the time they finished, she was only wearing her panties, and he was in his boxer briefs.
“Condoms?” he asked, and watched as she rolled over to open the drawer beside the bed. He sucked in his breath when he saw the plug behind the string of her thong. Before she could rollback over he placed a knee, his bad one, on the bed and reached out to massage the globe of her ass.
“Beautiful,” he said as he took the string away, and actually pulled it until it broke. “I’ll buy you new ones.” He reached for the plug, wiggled it, and smiled at how easily it moved. He lay across her as he opened the drawer further, removed the condoms, and the small box he kept the butt plugs in. Normally, he would have kept them in his play bag, but he had been training her and wanted them closer to use on her.
She stayed where she was, and sighed when he used the lube and moved the plug around. When it was removed, she didn’t know whether she should be disappointed or not.
“Huh,” she said.
“What?”
“I feel so empty now.”
“I know, but you don’t want to wear them for too long, it could cause damage. That’s the last thing I want for you. When did you put this one in?”
“Around ten this morning.”
“Too long,” he said softly, then turned her over to study her face. “I don’t want to hurt you. I know you like to play, but if you hurt yourself, we can’t play. I was going to put the next size larger one in tonight, then have sex with you so you could feel how full you could get. We’ll wait a couple of days before we do it again.” He shook his head as she started to protest. “Part of doing what I like, is knowing when it’s too much. Trust me, I don’t want to hurt you. We can play slowly until you’re completely ready to take me here.” He tapped where the butt plug had been, and smiled when she squirmed. He also noted that her folds were dripping.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You’re not, the only way you could, would be if you hurt yourself.”
She looked at him intently, then gave a nod.
