Chapter 7 #4
"Kind of, um, bossy? In…oh, god, Killy—" she hisses, sucking air in through her teeth as I flatten her nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. "In bed, I mean. Oh god, that feels so good."
"You're so fucking gorgeous, Story," I whisper, dropping to sit on my heels as I inch her panties down her hips.
Her eyes pop open, fiercely blue and wild with need. "I've never felt as beautiful as I do when you look at me like that." She nibbles on the corner of her lower lip. "I don't want to make things weird by being all bossy and demanding."
I stop with her underwear partway down, the elastic drawn across the top of her pussy and across the cleft of her ass; that hint of her sex makes me ache and pulse harder than ever.
I imprison her hands in mine—they flutter like birds at her belly, a sign of her nerves, or fear, or worry. Her eyes betray those same feelings.
I stand up, pinning her restless-bird hands between mine to stop their ceaseless, nervous fluttering. "Hey."
She shakes her head. "Sorry. I don't mean to—to be a downer."
I press her against the door and take both of her hands in one of mine and cup her chin and lift her face so she has to look at me. "Story, listen to me."
A hard swallow. "Okay?"
"You trust me?"
She nods immediately. "Of course. Totally. With my life and body both."
"What about your emotions? Your fears? Your needs?"
"That's harder, but yes. Or…or at least, I want to. I'm trying."
"You said we're learning each other. Exploring, right?"
"Yes."
"I've grown up surrounded by some seriously intense, dominating personalities, and I've struggled with the fact that I'm not like that. But I'm not, and I never will be. I'm not this aggressive, demanding alpha male, Story. I do know what I like and what I want, but I'm not…"
She surges against me, silencing me with her mouth. "I know who you are, Killian."
"And I know who you are." I kiss her knuckles.
"But this part of ourselves? It's new for both of us.
This is what we're learning. And Story, please hear this very clearly—I want you to be exactly and totally who you are, nothing more, nothing less.
I don't think the whole alpha, beta, sigma male thing is real; I think it's all bullshit.
I'm not submissive or whatever. I'm not into that shit.
But I am into you knowing exactly what you want and showing me, or telling me, or teaching me how to give you exactly what you want.
I don't want you to ever hide or suppress any part of yourself with me.
We started this whole thing on a premise of brutal, intentional honesty about everything, right? "
Her eyes waver with emotion, and she nods, once, slowly. "Yes. Right."
"So that extends to this. To messing around, to sex. To all of it. And the honest truth is, Story, I really did find it seriously hot when you gave me that command. As long as we both are clear that outside of this context, we have respect for each other, for our capabilities and strength and all that? Don’t hold back.
Tell me what you want. No filter. No faking anything. Just total transparency in everything."
“You mean it?" she asks. "You don't…you don't feel threatened?"
"No. Why would I?" I open her clenched fists and kiss her palms, nuzzle them. "If I was to give you a command, would you listen?"
Eyes wide and unblinking, she nods. "Yes."
"So if I said to you, Story, take off your panties…'"
A smile spreads slowly across her face, soft and eager.
She doesn't reply in words. Instead, she gazes at me, pushes me backward a step with an index finger to my chest, and then dances for me, swaying and rolling her hips, flicking her chest to bounce her tits, and inch by inch, wriggles her panties down further and further, baring her pussy bit by bit until her underwear drops to her feet.
Her pussy is as perfect as the rest of her—pink and sleek, the lips swollen with arousal, clit prominent.
"Fuck me," I breathe, raking my gaze over her body, tip to toe, again and again, memorizing the glory of her nudity, the perfection of her body, the privilege of this moment.
"That's the plan…eventually,” she whispers. "Killy, please touch me. Or let me touch you. Something. Please."
"Is it crazy for us to be doing this, here, now, in this situation, with that guy asleep in the other room?" I ask.
“Yes. But I don’t care. I've waited and wanted and denied myself you for way too long.
" She steps toward me, leaving her clothes behind, her naked curves on glorious display just for me, and she pushes against me, breasts smashing against my chest, hips against my hips, my hard, aching cock against the silky heat of her sex, and her hands rest on my hips, and her eyes seize mine.
"We may not be able to take this as far as we both want right now, but I need something, Killy.
Some part of you to tide me over until we can finally be alone together. "
We both pause in the silence, listening—snurrrrggghhhh…snort, sigh, snort, snurrrggghhh.
Her lips curl in a greedy smile, and her eyes stay locked on mine, and she brings one soft small warm hand between our bodies…
And grasps my cock in gentle, delicate grip.