CHAPTER TWELVE #2
The answer made her smile. Brynn's expression sharpened. "Careful." Dana lowered her gaze.
"Sorry."
"I did not tell you to apologize."
Dana returned her attention. "What should I say?"
"What is true."
Dana considered it. "I enjoy that you make me wait." Brynn's face softened. "Good." She released Dana's wrist. "Unfasten the trousers." Dana looked down. Brynn's trousers sat low on her hips, the dark fabric fitted closely enough to reveal the shape of her thighs. Dana reached for the fastening.
"Not mine."
Dana stopped. Brynn looked toward Dana's own trousers. "Remove yours." Dana's pulse changed. She had expected the evening to center on Brynn. Brynn saw the confusion. "You believed receiving pleasure would require me to become passive." Dana opened her mouth. Brynn waited.
"Yes," Dana admitted.
"It does not."
Dana stood. She unfastened her trousers and lowered them. Brynn watched while she stepped free and folded them over the chair beside the sweater. Dana wore a silk camisole and underwear.
"Kneel."
She returned to the cushion. Brynn shifted closer to the edge of the sofa.
"Hands behind your back." Dana placed them there.
No restraint followed. She held the position voluntarily.
Brynn reached for the fastening of her own trousers.
Dana watched as she opened them and lowered the zipper.
Desire tightened inside her. Brynn did not remove the trousers.
She shifted the waistband lower and exposed the black fabric of her underwear. Dana's mouth went dry.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to take them off."
"No."
Dana breathed through the refusal. "I want to touch you over them." Brynn's gaze deepened. "With what?"
"My hand. Then my mouth."
"Which first?"
"My hand, so I can learn what you like before using my mouth."
Approval softened Brynn's eyes. "Good." She opened her legs farther.
"Come closer. Keep one hand behind your back.
Use the other." Dana obeyed. She placed her right hand first on Brynn's thigh.
The muscle tightened beneath her palm. Dana moved slowly upward, watching Brynn's face.
When her fingers reached the edge of the underwear, she stopped.
"May I?"
"Yes."
Dana touched Brynn through the fabric. Heat met her palm. Brynn's breathing changed. Dana moved one finger along the center seam. The fabric was already damp. Satisfaction and desire moved through her.
"You are wet," Dana said quietly.
Brynn's hand entered her hair and pulled just enough to make her look up. "Did I ask for commentary?"
"No."
"What should you do instead?"
"Continue."
"Then continue."
Dana obeyed. She stroked Brynn through the fabric, using slow pressure while watching each change in her face.
Brynn's body responded despite the control she maintained.
Her thighs opened farther. Her hips shifted slightly toward Dana's hand.
Dana felt triumphant. Brynn saw that too.
"Do not mistake response for surrender."
"I am not."
"What are you feeling?"
"Powerful."
Brynn's fingers tightened in her hair. "Why?"
"Because you want what I am doing, and you are allowing me to see it."
"Yes."
Dana moved her finger over the place where Brynn's clitoris pressed beneath the fabric. Brynn inhaled sharply. Dana repeated the stroke.
"Pressure?"
"More."
She pressed more firmly. Brynn's head tilted back, exposing her throat. Dana wanted to kiss it. She remained where she had been placed. Brynn noticed the restraint. "Ask."
"May I kiss your throat?"
"Yes."
Dana leaned forward. Her hand continued moving between Brynn's thighs while her mouth touched the side of her neck.
Brynn's breathing deepened beside her ear.
Dana kissed lower, tasting warm skin and feeling the controlled movement of Brynn's pulse beneath her lips.
She pressed more firmly against Brynn's clitoris.
A low sound escaped Brynn. Dana froze. Brynn's hand held her in place.
"I did not tell you to stop." Dana resumed immediately.
The sound had changed something inside her.
She wanted more. She wanted to hear Brynn lose the careful silence she carried through every corridor and official movement.
Dana increased the rhythm. Brynn's hips moved against her hand.
"May I remove your underwear?" Dana whispered.
"No."
Frustration sharpened her touch. Brynn caught her wrist. Dana looked up.
"Your disappointment does not give you permission to become rougher."
The correction struck cleanly. "You are right."
"What happened?"
"I tried to force a stronger response because you refused me."
"Yes."
"I am sorry."
Brynn watched her carefully. "Color?" Dana understood the question was for her. "Green."
"What do you need?"
"To continue more slowly."
Brynn released her wrist. "Then continue.
" Dana returned her hand to Brynn. She moved gently this time, abandoning the desire to prove anything.
Her attention shifted from taking a reaction to giving pleasure.
The difference changed the act. Brynn's body relaxed beneath her touch.
Dana stroked her through the fabric in a deliberate rhythm, learning when Brynn's breathing caught and when her thighs tightened.
"Good," Brynn said quietly.
The praise warmed Dana. She continued. Brynn's hand loosened in her hair and moved to her cheek. "You are listening now."
"Yes."
"That pleases me."
Dana's body responded. Brynn noticed. "Touch yourself.
" Dana's hand stopped. Brynn's gaze held hers.
"You heard me." Dana kept one hand between Brynn's thighs and moved the other from behind her back.
She slipped it beneath the waistband of her own underwear.
The first touch made her inhale. Brynn watched. "Slowly. Tell me what you feel."
"Wet. Very aroused."
"Why?"
"Because I am touching you. Because you are watching me."
Brynn's thighs tightened around Dana's wrist. "Anything else?"
"Because you are letting me see you."
Brynn's hand moved along Dana's face. "You reach me.
" The words nearly stopped her. Dana looked up.
Brynn's expression held no defense. Dana leaned forward and kissed her.
The angle was awkward, Dana kneeling and Brynn sitting, but the kiss carried enough hunger to erase discomfort.
Their hands continued moving between their bodies.
Brynn ended the kiss first. "Your mouth.
" Dana's pulse leapt. "Where?" Brynn's gaze held hers.
"Over the fabric." Dana lowered her hand from Brynn and placed both hands on her thighs for balance.
She moved closer. Brynn opened her legs.
Dana looked down at the dark, damp fabric.
"Color?" Brynn asked.
"Green."
"Yours?"
"Green."
Dana leaned forward. She pressed her mouth to Brynn through the underwear.
Brynn's body tightened. The reaction sent a thrill through Dana.
She kissed the fabric first, then used her tongue to apply slow pressure where her fingers had been.
Brynn inhaled sharply. Dana repeated the movement.
A hand settled at the back of her head. Not forcing. Guiding.
"Higher."
Dana adjusted and moved her tongue over Brynn's clitoris through the fabric. Brynn's thighs tightened around her shoulders. Dana closed her eyes.
"Open them."
She obeyed. From this position, she could see only parts of Brynn's face past the line of her body. She kept her gaze lifted as she continued.
"Good."
Dana increased the pressure. Brynn's fingers tightened in her hair. Dana's own arousal became difficult to ignore. She moved one hand between her thighs again. Brynn saw. "Did I give permission?" Dana stopped. "No."
"Hands on my thighs."
Dana obeyed, placing both palms against Brynn's legs. The denial made her ache. Brynn watched her struggle with it. "You are here for my pleasure now."
"Yes."
"Is that what you asked for?"
"Yes."
"Then give it without taking your own."
Dana's pulse raced. She returned her mouth to Brynn.
She focused entirely on the body opening beneath her.
Brynn began directing her with quiet words.
Slower. More pressure. Stay there. Again.
Dana obeyed each one. The instructions allowed her to stop guessing.
She listened, adjusted, and felt Brynn move closer to release.
Brynn's breathing became uneven. The controlled woman Dana knew in public began to disappear—not into helplessness, but into honesty.
Dana wanted to see more. She pressed harder with her tongue.
Brynn moaned. The sound was deeper than the earlier ones, no longer restrained.
Dana's body reacted violently. She kept her hands on Brynn's thighs.
"Dana."
The use of her name rather than an instruction changed everything. Dana looked up. Brynn's eyes were dark, her control thinned by pleasure.
"Do not stop."
Dana obeyed. She maintained the rhythm Brynn had chosen.
Brynn's thighs tightened around her. Her hand held Dana's head in place without force, fingers trembling slightly in her hair.
The tremor affected Dana more than any display of total loss of control could have.
Brynn remained present. She was choosing to be seen.
Dana moved her tongue faster. Brynn's breath broke.
Her body lifted toward Dana's mouth, then tightened as release moved through her.
A low cry escaped her, raw enough that Dana felt it between her own thighs.
Dana continued until Brynn's hand loosened.
"Enough."
Dana stopped immediately. She lifted her head. Brynn's chest rose and fell quickly. The severe composure had vanished from her face. Dana stared. Brynn opened her eyes. "What are you thinking?"
"That you are beautiful. That you trusted me."