6. Just Rehearsing
6 JUST REHEARSING
Cal
“What do you want, Daphne?”
I awaited directions, while perched over Daphne’s midsection. As her chest heaved, I suffered. We played all day—being good, having an after-lunch hookup. Now I waited for whatever she wanted. I hung on her every word all day—trying not to obsess over her. It was difficult to ignore my feelings.
“Just take me,” Daphne gasped.
I could have easily pinned her to the bed and slid inside. I knew she was wet and desperate. I’d fingered her in the elevator on the way back to my room—a bad, yet irresistible idea. Instead, I wanted to hear her come alive while delaying my own gratification. Daphne may have been neglected by her ex, but I wasn’t about to ignore her needs callously.
I kissed down her stomach before she sat up quickly.
I looked up at her.
“No,” Daphne said. “I don’t… I don’t want that.”
I’d yet to meet a woman opposed to cunnilingus—at least not since high school. I thought about suggesting she might like it if she knew what it could feel like. I assumed the ex was just lazy in the sack and phoned it in. Given the concern on her face, I acquiesced.
“Oh… okay.”
“Do you want to get me off?” Daphne asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“I want to be on top, Cal.”
Again?
“You really like it up there,” I chuckled, falling by the wayside.
“I get off up there. And you feel so good,” Daphne climbed astride me.
No complaints were lodged as she enveloped my cock in her tight, wet pussy. Her face flushed as she dug her nails into my chest.
“You don’t get off in other positions?” I asked.
“You get me off from behind,” Daphne said.
That implied no one else had.
“You deserve better than you’ve had, Daphne.”
“Oh, don’t you think you’re perfect?” Daphne giggled.
“I think I am giving you more than others have.”
She didn’t deny it, just picked up speed while grinding against me. I loved the way she tightened and focused on her own orgasm. She wasn’t selfish—not that I’d mind as I always benefitted from her inhibitions. No, she was just one to savor a good climax. This time, Daphne braced back against me, hands on my upper thighs as she was about to cum.
“Oh, Cal, fuck!” Daphne gasped, digging her nails into my legs as she arched her back and leaned back. She was a vision—the version of her I’d never thought I’d see and couldn’t imagine. I couldn’t. She’d been nothing but the boss’s serious, dedicated daughter.
“Take your bra off,” I pleaded. “I want to see all of you.”
“No,” Daphne replied. “You cannot make demands, Cal.”
Was it a power dynamic? A game?
“Can I at least ask you to play with my balls while you’re back there? Or better yet, have you flip around?” I playfully spanked her. “Turn… around.”
She cocked her head
“It could feel good, and I’d enjoy your ass. If you’re not going to mind my request, it’s what you deserve.”
Nervous, but curious, Daphne turned around, lowering herself back onto me. She did abide by my rules as I pumped her on my cock. She only managed to stroke my balls for a few moments before I brought her back to orgasm again. It struck me as curious that a woman who struggled not at all to cum—and cum gloriously when she did—was neglected by prior partners.
I held her tight against me and came, listening to her and feeling her brace against my thighs. She was suspended like a rag doll before picking herself up on unsteady thighs and rolling sideways. I found her still panting, flushed and satisfied by the time I returned from tossing the condom.
“Are you pleased?” I chuckled.
Daphne smiled coyly. “I… I’m good, thank you. Was I?”
“You’re amazing,” I pulled her towards me. “But what’s with the bra. Why?”
She shrugged. “It’s… a thing. I don’t… I don’t know.”
I didn’t press. That wasn’t what this was about. I’d made her vulnerable enough, I suspected. She was like a half-read novel. I’d only reached the set up for the plot, but never quite got the ending. There was much more to Daphne Delphine than her competitive streak or her perfectionism. She had her demons but knew what she wanted.
“I enjoy this version of you,” I said. “Enough that I’m going to be sad to head back and pretend it didn’t happen, Daph.”
She peeked up, grinning in a way that melted me. “You will get over it, I’m sure.”
“We’ll see,” I deflected.
I wasn’t sure I would.