“My bed, my rules,” she says, sensing my reluctance.
“I don’t think watching a movie is the best idea right now.”
“We’re not watching a movie,” she counters, her voice husky and sensual.
I’m about to refuse when something in her eyes stops me. This isn’t just a sex thing. This is about showing her I’m willing to be vulnerable and trust she won’t abuse it. About surrendering and letting go of the control I cherish. About letting her do to me something no one else has ever done.
“I promise you won’t regret it,” she tries.
“I highly doubt that.”
Despite my words, I finish removing my shirt, let it fall to the floor, and center myself on the bed. The gratitude on her face already makes whatever’s about to happen worth it.
I’m anxious the whole time she ties my wrists to the bedposts. She’s meticulous, ensuring the restraints aren’t too tight and making knots that can be removed easily.
“Is it alright?” she asks once it’s done. I tug, writhe, and nod.
Satisfied with herself, she takes a couple of steps back and admires her work. The look of pure lust on her face is impossible to miss.
“Do you remember our safe word?” she asks as she slowly removes her overalls, pushing them down her legs and kicking them to the side.
I nod, mesmerized by her sensual gestures. I almost,almostwish she still had that ridiculous mustache on because it would have helped contain my arousal, which is already climbing dangerously high.
“Then say it for me,” she demands.
My throat is dry as I mumble, “Pigasus.”
To reward me for my cooperation, she then removes the red sweater, and what she reveals underneath has me cursing under my breath. She’s wearing a lacy ensemble, the same red as her sweater, and it’s the first time I see her in proper lingerie. I can see the dark circles of her nipples, as well as the triangle of curls between her thighs, and my hands tingle with the need to touch her.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I grunt, pulling on the restraints and sighing with displeasure. “I’m already regretting agreeing to this.”
My suffering amuses her, and she sensually climbs on the bed to straddle me.
“Hi,” she murmurs, bending down to kiss me.
I barely get a graze of her lips before they follow an imaginary line down my upper body. She tortures me, kissing, biting, and licking an irregular pattern on my exposed skin. When she reaches a flat nipple, she lingers longer, licking and blowing cool air on it until it hardens. I’m sure she can feel my cock twitching underneath her, because it’s so hard I can feel a pulse in it. After mirroring her ministrations to the other side, she resumes her exploration south. When her mouth gets to my belt, she gives me a sultry look as she unbuckles it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I need to cool the fuck down, or I’ll come as soon as I enter her.
She might be in charge, but I can’t let that happen.
As I open Lex’s slacks, all I can think of is how crazy it is that I never gave him a blowjob. I guess we’re always busy doing other things. The suspense ends tonight, though, and I’ll finally know how it feels to have Lex explode on my tongue. At least, I will if I can make him come with a blowjob. Which I’m not extraordinary at.
My lack of self-confidence hits me at once, and I hesitate, Lex’s half-opened zipper between my fingers. He’s incredible at oral sex, and I fear I’ll disappoint him with my mediocre skills. The memory of the last time I went down on a guy returns to me.At least you have a nice ass to compensate…
Tears well up in my eyes before I can stop them, and Lex catches my sudden dismay.
“What’s going on?”
“I-I lied when I joked that my head ‘never had any complaints,’” I explain. He frowns, not sure what to answer. “I’m not good at it, but I can get better. You can teach me what you like, and I’ll do my best.” A frustrated tear runs down my cheek, and I angrily wipe it. “I promise I’ll try, Lex.”
Why didn’t I practice more? Lex deserves someone who can match his experience. Someone who can blow his mind as much as he blows mine. Pun intended.
“To hell with these fucking scarves,” he growls, trying to get free and making the bed rattle. “Andrea, there’s no way your lips on me could ever feel wrong. But in any case, practice makes perfect, right? I’m a patient man.”
“What if I never become good at it?”
