“We’re almost there.”
I clench my fists as my body coils and becomes desperate for release.
I may be an endurance sport athlete but I do not need my orgasms to take any longer than absolutely necessary. I’m not trying to set any edging records here.
The truck turns into the hotel parking lot and centripetal motion has me leaning towards Miguel. His fingers scissor inside me as he pumps his hand and my legs begin to tremble.
“Finish.” He commands as he uses one hand to turn us into a parking space. My eyes squeeze shut as the force of my orgasm causes my back to arch away from the seat and the belt locks keeping me constricted.
I’m a panting mess as he put the truck in park.
“How do you just, like, do that?” I ask between breaths.
“Do what?”
“Tell me when to finish, and then I do?”
“I can feel you closing in on me. I can feel you hanging on to that last thread of sanity.” He turns in his seat and brushes some hair away from my face. “I can read your body Laney, sometimes better than my own.”
“Well, you’re a star student, Mr. Garcia.”
His pupils dilate until all I see is black in the dark parking lot.
“Get inside and call me that again.”
Excitement thunders through me as I blindly reach for the door handle. His playfulness pairs perfectly with his tenacity and being with him is simply exciting.
It’s new, and fun, and he is devoted to my pleasure.
And after looking out for myself for years it feels indulgent to let go of the reins a little and let him take charge.
Chapter twenty-three
Miguel
Feels Better When You Earn It
“PromisemeLaney.”Iwhisper against her temple as I pull the denim jacket off her shoulders.
“I promise.” She whimpers.
“You promise to do everything I tell you to?”
“Yes.” She exhales as I grip her breast through the lace of the dress. Her nipple is hard and begging for my touch.
“You promise to use your words?” I slide my hands down her arms and pull her wrists behind her, gripping both of them in one of mine.
“Yes Miguel.” I pull back and study her eyes. They’re hooded, and almost drunk on pleasure, but clear. If I’m going to push her tonight I need her to be in the right headspace.
“Stay put.” I command softly as I pull a hair elastic off my wrist and walk around behind her to loop it around her crossed wrists. “You okay?”
“Yes.” Her voice is breathy.
I have plans for us tonight, for her, and I hope she’s ready to push herself.
“You remember how good I made you feel in the truck?” She bites her lip and nods. “Now, it’s my turn. You want to make me feel good, Laney?”
“Yes Miguel, please let me.”
