Page 189 of Made Better Together

He gets the vibrator charging and starts setting up the app. “Thirty minutes or so should be enough for the battery.”

When I come back out of the kitchen, I hand him a drink while the hosts on the New Year’s Eve show crack cheesy jokes in the background.

We sit for a few minutes on his couch, listening to them. I’m pretty sure everything they’re saying is scripted. Either way, it’s certainly not funny.

“They’re not exactly setting the mood,” Connor observes dryly.

My foot’s tapping against the rug. “Let’s put them on mute. How much longer?” I know barely any time has passed but chilling on the couch is not what my body wants. After three weeks away, alone with him in this apartment, I want either to make out with him or start the scene.

He walks over to the vibrator. “Fuck it, it should be fine.”

“Okay.” Hallelujah.

“Stand up, Rosy.”

Mmmmm. His command washes over me, a familiar ease following.

It’s been ten days since we’ve even played on FaceTime, but I automatically begin releasing everything external. Everything other than this.

When I stand up, he repositions me. “Come away from the couch more. In the center of the room.” Once satisfied, he kisses my neck, the wet heat of his lips marking me. “Perfect.”

He steps back and scans my body, then straightens his glasses. I stay silent. The quiet helps my mind continue to empty of everything except this moment.

At least ten seconds pass before he finally moves. His hand extends to my arm, lightly brushing my shirt with his fingertips.

“Stay as you are, Rosy. Don’t move until I tell you.”

My chest tingles. I missed that command he loves so much. “Yes, Sir.”

We’re back, together, giving each other what we both need.

His fingers leave my arm and start to brush against the front of my body. Following the ridges of my breasts with a featherlight touch, across to my other arm.

It’s like a tease. My nipples harden as he rolls his fingertips over them.

He doesn’t offer more, yet. Instead, he steps smoothly around me, reaching my mid-back.

“Arms up.”

Oh. I lift them, and he removes my shirt rapidly.

Tonight I wore a red satin bra, now revealed. He comes around to my front and takes me in. Not hiding the fact he’s raking his eyes over my cleavage.

“Those beautiful tits. Three weeks without…enjoying them in person was torture.”

Proud from his pleasure, I puff my chest the slightest. He licks his lips. “I need a taste.”

Then he pulls down both straps, so the cups are loose, before taking my right nipple in his mouth. Pleasure spikes through me as his warm mouth surrounds my bud, and my knees buckle slightly.

Stay still.

He ignores my wobble, switching to the other side. A little lick and then sucking on my left nipple. I struggle again to keep in place, as he goes for a second lick.

“Feels too good, Sir.”

“I know you can do it, Rosy,” he says as he licks my beaded nipple one more time, and I moan. “I’m just getting started, and no safe word, I notice.”

“N-no, Sir.” Definitely not.