I can’t help it. I burst into giggles. He just looks so serious and so forlorn all at the same time.
‘That’s not nice,’ he adds, trying to keep his own face straight. ‘Seriously. I’m going to be a strange shape by the time I get home.’
‘Like what?’ The words burst from my mouth.
‘I probably won’t be able to fasten my trousers for the size of my balls.’
‘That sounds painful.’
‘And imagine, what sympathy do I get from my darling wife? I get calledan arsehole.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I say, trying to swallow more giggles down. ‘I’m fine. Please, try not to worry. I’m in no danger, and there’s no danger of me leaving you. Trust goes both ways, you know.’
Kai scrubs the heels of his palms into his eyes. ‘It’s the other fuckers I don’t trust,’ he says in a low voice, then sighs. ‘I suppose I’d best leave my plans for another time.’
‘What? After such a promising start.’ One scorning eyebrow rises on the screen. ‘Come on, you can’t leave me hanging, not after your mouth-watering show,’ I almost wail. ‘You can’t stop now. Please? I promise I’ll be good.’ Somehow, the latter comes out less than coy.
‘I’m entirely sure you mean that, too,’ he answers in a scorning tone.
‘I do. Look.’ I place the iPad back down on the stand and pull the scarf back over my eyes. ‘See, I can be good, very good. And I can do as I’m told,’ I say, running my fingertips along the seam of my exposed centre. My legs jolt at the contact and I exhale a tight moan.
‘Darling—’ The word catches in his throat. ‘Not so fast. Slow down.’
‘Then tell me,’ I purr.
‘More lube.’
Not what I had in mind, but okay.My hands pat the bed, finding the bottle and pouring it onto myself.
‘Run the ring through it now. Use the same hand and slide it down your body.’ Oh god, the sensation is like a massage and something else I can’t quite define. ‘That’s right, just there,’ he says as I reach between my legs.
‘Oh!’ And that’s just from one glide. Just to make sure it isn’t a fluke, I rub there again.
‘That’s it, kitten. Rub those pearls over yours.’
Pink immediately pricks my cheeks and I almost move my hand right then.Almost.Because what follows makes me forget everything. As he whispers every dirty word he seems to know, my insides begin clenching; a testament to his thoughts and promises. My hand glides faster as he tells me how beautiful I look, all red and flushed. How he can’t wait to be with me again. How he’ll be so desperate, we won’t get beyond the hallway before he’ll lick me until I’m shaking and desperate. How he’ll fuck me so hard, I won’t be able to stand.
His words become distant, my hips rising from the bed, twisted with need. Ignoring the ring in favour of my fingertips, I begin to pluck and frantically rub. This isn’t pleasure, its pure burning need. An ache to be touched and to touch. A desperation to be filled.
To be fucked.
Animal need begins to crawl through my insides, my climax drawing ever nearer, before it—stops?
Like a slap in the dark.
Ears filled with the sound of my breathing, my hands are like claws as his voice returns, but it’s just noise. It doesn’t make sense through the fog. Through the ruins of such potential.
From the promise of coming like a freight train, to the carnage of being derailed.
I think I might cry.
My hand hovers over my centre, my whole body yearning with an ache for release.
‘Why?’ I cry out. ‘Why did you make me stop?’ And then I realise what I’ve done. What he’s done—how I stopped on his command. ‘I promised I’d be good.’
‘You are so, so very good,’ he purrs, his gaze hooded, though no less piercing. ‘And it will be so worth it in the end.’
‘How can you know that? I want my happy ending now,’ I whine. ‘You said yourself—’
