“Of course not. It’ll be easy—I promise. Here, just come here to me. Come on, it’s okay,” he said, though she wasn’t expecting what he did once she’d agreed. She went to him trembling and wary, sure he was going to just dive in right there and then on the hallway floor, and instead he...he...
He scooped her into his arms.
He carried her up the stairs.
He laid her out on the bed so sweetly, so sweetly, arranging her nightgown for her in a way that left her untroubled, one reassuring hand stroking over her hair. Then just when it was almost too much too bear—just as she was about to tell him she didn’t need him to be so careful or to make her better, that maybe she didn’t even deserve it, he made everything all right again.
He made it all right with filthy, filthy sex.
“Spread your legs,” he said, and suddenly her body was alive with arousal again. He just did it so low and husky, with the barest hint of demand. And he used the wordspread—oh God, why was the wordspreadso damn good? It practically made her hair stand on end.
It definitely made her do it.
She couldn’t go far because of the constraints of her nightgown, but as it turned out she didn’t need to. He managed pretty well with them parted a little, because he didn’t really go for the rudest parts. He just sort of rubbed idly over the uppermost bit in a way that hardly seemed to count. It was almost her belly, in truth.
So why did it feel like the horniest, hottest thing in the world?
She didn’t know, she didn’t know. The only thing she fully understood was how it made her feel to see him do it. To watch him watching her as he rubbed her so slowly and deliberately, as if he just knew what it would do. He knew he was teasing her, spreading her open, getting her ready for more—though even he seemed shocked by her reaction. She saw his eyes flash bright when she bucked, and he moaned to see her twist her head into the pillow. Then just as she managed to get some kind of rational hold on herself, he did it again.
Of course he did. He wanted to see more. He wanted her to make that sound again, and boy did she make it. This time he wasn’t careful about the hand he had between her legs. He stroked her deeply, roughly, fingers near forcing the material between the plump lips of her pussy, and the sound that came out of her hitobscene.
It was almost a panicked protest, breath catching in her throat over the sheer unbearable intensity of it. She couldn’t take this, she couldn’t—he was going to kill her with sensation. He’d barely touched her clit but barely was more than enough, and especially after he’d said things.
Oh he was saying a lot of things.
“Fuuuuccckkk, does it really feel that good? Are you that turned-on?” he asked, but he didn’t really require an answer. He got what he needed a moment later, once he’d really worked that material over her slippery folds and her slick little hole. She knew he had, because he went very still suddenly. And she could feel him looking.
She had her eyes shut, but she could feel it.
“Jesus Christ, you’re soaking wet. Seriously, have you been going around with all this between your legs? I can feel it through fucking flannel, honey. Oh my God, I can feel it throughflannel,” he said, the first words almost steady and sure and the last ones like nothing she’d ever heard before.
His voice went up and down. He couldn’t seem to breathe.
He kept right on talking, however. He had to, apparently. Things like extreme embarrassing arousal needed lots of comments, and he made them until her face burned hot. Until she was sure she wanted him to stop, even as her body begged him not to. Man, her body loved to hear him talk about her slipperiness, her state of crazy excitement, and finally oh finally oh God she could hardly stand it...
“I can feel your clit too. Your clit’s all swollen and stiff...man that’s fucking hot to feel. I had no idea, you know. I had no idea you wanted it this much—why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, and for the first time she wasn’t really sure. The reasons had seemed solid at the time...her scarred body, her nervousness, his status, her need to just focus on him instead of herself...
They’d all made sense when she’d thought of them.
But they made very little now that she could feel what she’d been missing. All he had to do was crook one finger—just let the tip of it find the underside of her clit—and sensation sparked along her spine. It made a fist low down in her belly, so fierce she could hardly accept it. Her teeth clacked together, every muscle tensing, and again she had the urge to tell him no.
No, I can’t take it, she thought of saying, only somehow she ended up doing the opposite. Her body simply took over—much to his delight and amusement.
“Yeah, yeah, you like that, huh? Oh yeah you like that—go on, go on, take it. Take as much as you want,” he said, while she slowly processed what she’d started doing. She could hardly believe it but there it was anyway—somewhere in the middle of all this, she’d started rocking against his hand.
Not even just rocking, really. She was actively getting herself off, hips rolling in the lewdest way possible, body tensing and releasing with the effort. It was utterly mortifying to realize and completely beyond the pale...but dear Lord did it feel amazing. She didn’t care, she didn’t care, it felt fuckingfantastic. She almost sobbed when he pulled his hand away.
Thendidactually sob when he put it back.
She hadn’t the faintest clue what was worse. Getting what she wanted or not getting it...and all with a background buzz ofoh my god he’s teasing me. Because he definitely was—she could see it all over his face. He wanted to drive her nuts just like she’d driven him nuts, even though hers hadn’t been on purpose.
Didn’t it count that hers hadn’t been on purpose?
She hadn’t meant to do it, and she certainly wouldn’t have if she’d known how fucking agonizing it could be. It was like climbing to the top of a mountain only to discover there was another bigger mountain behind it. It was like biting into a bar of chocolate and finding only empty air.
It was like all those things, if all those things had also been completely awesome.
Good God, it was awesome. He didn’t even have to touch her now to make that tingling, buzzing sensation happen. He just had to hover his fingertips over the now-damp and very rude-looking place between her legs, almost descending when he got to her embarrassingly obvious clit but then darting away at the last second.
