Chapter Twelve #2
“Well, it’s stupid, and I hate you for remindin’ me.”
I can’t believe we’re in the middle of her kitchen having this conversation but I’m all for it if it’ll help her.
“Posey…” I say cautiously, tilting up her chin and looking into her deep blue eyes. They’re darker than usual since the only light in the room is above the sink.
“You like being told what to do durin’ sex ’cause you’re always in charge of every other aspect in your life.
You’re used to being in control to regulate stress and anxiety.
But once you let go and relax, you thrive with the approval of satisfyin’ your partner and doin’ what you’re told.
This only works when you trust the other person and they make you feel safe enough to drop your guard.
Otherwise, you stay tense and unable to give into what your body’s cravin’. ”
“How can you possibly know that about me?” she asks as if she’s offended I know her so well.
“You came undone in my arms the moment you trusted me to give you what you wanted. Every time I told you how amazin’ you felt and that you were drivin’ me crazy, you’d squeeze me harder.
When I realized how much you liked it, I continued talkin’ you through how good you were doin’ and how badly I needed you to come.
There was no hesitation when I flipped you in different positions ’cause you knew I’d take care of you.
Being vocal is what you need to feel secure enough to let go.
Otherwise, you can’t turn off your brain to actually enjoy yourself. ”
“I can’t believe you remember that from eight years ago.” Her voice is softer than before.
“I never forgot, Posey. It’s embedded into my brain like knowin’ my birthdate without even havin’ to think about it. Maybe ’cause it was my first time, but I know it’s ’cause it was with you. You set the standard for me.”
She bites her bottom lip and my eyes follow the movement as her tongue peeks out and slides across it. “That’s a lot to take in.”
“Sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear, but I’ll always be honest when you ask me somethin’.”
“So…” She twists her lips a few times. “Does that mean you knew whisperin’ in my ear durin’ yoga would affect me and did it anyway?”
“Well…” I smile to myself that she’s not denying I’m right about her. “I had to defend my honor after you insinuated I was vanilla and borin’ in bed.” My shoulders lift unapologetically. “I didn’t realize it’d break your vagina.”
Her eyes widen and she twists my nipple. “It’s my clit, so I guess you don’t know everything.”
“Hey, that’s attached.” I cover my pecs to prevent her from doing it again. “And I know exactly where your clit is.”
She groans but not before I catch her gaze staring at my groin. It’s obvious talking about this has my body reacting to the memory of us together.
“Don’t overthink what I’m about to offer…” I say cautiously, her eyes finding mine again. “But as I’ve said before, I can help you if you’re up for it.”
“How so?”
“If you need someone in your ear to talk you through it, then I can do that for you.” Or as she called it before, her sex coach.
“That’s against—”
I can tell she’s about to argue by bringing up the employee relations policy.
“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” I quickly tell her, holding up my palms in a mock surrender. “You’ll be the one touchin’ yourself. I’ll just be guidin’ you until you get there.”
“That might make things weird, don’t ya think?”
I lift a shoulder, hoping she’ll take me up on this. “It doesn’t have to. We’re adults and can separate business from pleasure, can’t we? No touchin’ or kissin’.”
“I dunno…maybe.”
Taking a step toward her, I bring my hand to her cheek and brush my thumb over her soft skin. “Do you trust me?”
She groans as if she hates to admit it. “Oddly, yes.”
My heart pounds faster at her admission. “Okay, then turn ’round and put one hand on the counter.”
It’s going to take every ounce of willpower not to come in my shorts, but if it means making Posey feel better about herself, then I’ll suffer through it.
“Slide your other hand into your panties and find your clit for me.”
“Who said I’m wearin’ any?”
I clear my throat to stop myself from moaning. “Posey.”
“Fine, fine.” She grins slyly over her shoulder before doing what I asked.
“Now tell me how it feels,” I whisper desperately.
“So wet and needy. It’s achin’ for it,” she replies.
Fuck.
I cage her in my arms, grabbing the edge of the countertop for support. My body molds around hers, making it easier for my lips to brush against her ear.
“Good…you’re gonna explode all over your hand so I can steal a taste later, got it?”
She hums.
Since I can’t touch or feel her, I’ll talk her through imagining I am.
“Rub your clit, nice and steady, and imagine my mouth on you. Kissin’ your thighs as I make my way between ’em and lick that slutty tattoo on your ass cheek.”
“God, yes,” she breathes out the words and sinks into me as the tension releases from her body.
“Then I’d fill your greedy pussy with my fingers while I teased your clit, flicking and sucking it until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Yes, please.”
She continues touching herself, moaning while she pants through the euphoria.
“You’re doin’ so good, Posey. Stay focused for me.”
“I am.” Her back arches. “It’s so good.”
“Your body’s so needy and responsive. And you’re gonna give it what it wants, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nods eagerly.
“Perfect, now spread your legs…”
I move to give her room and she does immediately.
“Thatta girl. Slide your hand down and feel how wet you are.” I lower my mouth slightly and press my lips to her neck, sucking lightly. “Is it ready for me?”
“Yes…God, yes.”
“Now fuck that tight little pussy and tell me how good it is.”
“It’s so good…” she whimpers. “Fuck.”
Her breathy moans are killing me, but I’m eating up every single one.
“How many fingers have you stuffed in that filthy cunt of yours?”
“Two.”
“Can you add a third?”
“I’m not sure…”
“If you do, I’ll give you a reward.”
“What is it?”
No longer able to keep my hands off her, I fist the long strands of her hair and pull.
She whimpers at the sensation.
“And this.” My other hand wraps around her throat, gently squeezing the sides. “But only if you say please.”
“Yes, please…”
“Did you add a third?”
She nods.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“So full.”
“Such a good girl. Cover ’em in your juices so I can lick ’em off and see how sweet you taste.”
“You want ’em now?”
“Yeah, bring ’em to me, but I want you to rub your clit with your other hand.”
She obeys, switching them out.
“Keep rubbin’ yourself…don’t stop.”
When she holds up her hand for me, I take it and groan at the familiar scent. My tongue reaches out and snags a taste before pulling her fingers between my lips.
Licking between them, I arch my hips.
“So fuckin’ sweet.” I suck on each one until it’s clean. “Do you feel how hard you make me? That’s all ’cause of you, Posey.”
“I think I’m close…”
When she rests her palm on the counter for support, I tighten my grip on her throat.
“Don’t hold back…the louder you are, the better and longer it’ll last.”
With my other hand in her hair, I pull her head back and expose more of her neck. Flattening my tongue, I lick the sweat up to her ear and suck on her skin.
“Oh fuck, I’m—”
“Let go, baby.”
Her body shakes and stiffens as she rides through the waves of pleasure.
She cries out, moaning and panting as the orgasm takes over. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she flails against me.
“Oh my God…” she whimpers once she catches her breath. Blinking, she glances at me. “That was intense.”
Smiling proudly, I nod. “You did so good. Think you can give me another one?”
Her forehead wrinkles. “Yeah, right.”
I laugh because her chest is still rising and falling dramatically.
“C’mon…it’ll be good practice for you. Plus, it won’t take you that long now. Your clit’s gonna be super sensitive.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
My dick’s so fucking hard, there’s no way she can’t feel the imprint digging into her back.
When she slides her other hand into her shorts, she doesn’t wait for my orders.
“Shit, that’s so raw.” She licks her lips. “My hand’s gonna cramp.”
“Try flattenin’ your fingers and rubbin’ ’em back and forth…it won’t put so much strain on ’em that way.”
Her hips thrust into her palm and then she’s rubbing her ass against my erection.
“Posey…” I warn, giving her hair a hard tug. “Unless you want my come all over your back, you gotta stop that.”
“I’m so close but you need to take over before I lose my momentum,” she pleads.
“You want me to touch you?” My breath hitches because I can’t say no to her even if we agreed not to cross those lines.
“Yes…please? Just this once.”
I want nothing more than to make her shatter to pieces and put her back together again.
“Okay, move your arm and spread your legs wider.”
As soon as she does, my arm wraps around her waist and slides beneath her shorts.
No panties.
“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna kill me.”
Her swollen clit weeps the moment I touch it.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” she begs.
“I’ve barely started, Posey. You better hold on.”
Although I wanna tease the fuck out of her clit, I bury my fingers in her pussy first. If this is the last chance I have to touch her this way, I’m taking full advantage.
She squeezes my fingers, and I groan. “Fuck, you’re so tight…”
“That’s so good, Silas…I’m—”
“Think you can come this way? Should I make you squirt all over me?”
“I don’t think I ever have,” she admits sheepishly.
“Good…another first I get to claim.” I grin wickedly against her neck. “But this time, I wanna hear you scream my name.”
I drive my fingers in and out of her cunt, thrusting deeper until her body seizes against me. My thumb reaches up to her clit, rubbing soothing circles while the other three digits bring her closer to the edge.
“Don’t hold back, Posey. Ride my hand until you come all over it.”
“I-I can’t…it’s so intense.”
“Yes, you can…trust me. You’re almost there.”
She nods, squeezing her eyes and breathing through her nose.
“You’re so perfect, baby. Being buried inside you feels like fuckin’ bliss.”
“Silas.” Seconds later, her mouth pops open and she detonates. “Oh fuck…”
Her pussy tights and drowns my fingers at the same time, giving me exactly what I wanted. My spine tingles, unable to hold back my own release.
“That’s my girl…holy shit.” I continue sliding into her, but slow my pace as her body relaxes. “You drenched me.”
I bring my fingers to her mouth. “Open up and suck. Taste how sweet you are when you let go.”
Posey obliges, swiping her tongue between each one and groaning.
“My whole body feels numb…” she says, panting when I slide out of her. “Wait.”
She spins to face me. “Do I get to help you out now?”
“What?”
Her gaze lowers to the waistband of my briefs but all I can focus on is how beautifully wrecked she looks.
“Oh, um…that’s not necessary.”
My heart’s still racing at the reality of what just happened between us. I’m waiting for her inevitable freak-out when she comes to terms with it too.
“Why not? I let you touch me.”
My tongue licks between my lips. “It’s not that.”
Her shoulders sag. “Then what?”
“I already…” I motion toward her. “When you…”
She peers up, brows raised. “Really?”
“You were rubbin’ your ass all over me. It was impossible not to.” I shrug. “I need a second shower now.”
“Oh.” Her face flushes and a hint of red warms her neck. “I should probably clean up too. And the kitchen floor! We never got to that.”
“I already said I’d do it. So go ahead. Just be careful.”
“Okay.” She pushes off the counter, but it’s her expression that causes me to reach out and stop her.
“Posey, wait.”
Her gaze meets mine.
“Are we okay? I know things got more heated than they should’ve but I don’t want you to think I took advantage when I promised I wouldn’t touch you.”
“No, I asked you to. It won’t happen again, right? So we don’t need to worry about it. But thank you…I appreciate the help. I’m less frustrated now.” She releases a small laugh.
“Right, sure.” I grin. “One friend helpin’ out another friend.”
“Mm-hmm. Except, you did call me baby.”
I chuckle at her accusatory tone. “It slipped.”
She arches a brow. “Twice?”
“I was in the moment, so sue me.”
“Should I be askin’ if you’re okay?”
“I’m more than okay…” My voice involuntarily goes up an octave and I clear my throat to fix it. “Gonna sleep like a rock tonight.”
She snorts. “Me too, I hope.”
“Good night, Posey.”
“Yeah, g’night.”
Once she walks out of the kitchen, I grab the broom and dust pan, then clean up all the glass.
My heart rate doesn’t slow down until long after my shower and I’m tucked into bed. Thoughts race through my head, keeping me from falling asleep, until a realization hits me.
I told her I’d always be honest when she asked me something.
However, that was a lie.
I’m not more than okay.
I’m devastated that I now have a second memory of her that’ll continue to torture me for the rest of my life.
But I can’t find it in my heart to regret it.
I can only hope she doesn’t wake up and decide she does.