Chapter 12
LUC
Not gonna lie, but I had been a little concerned when Kylie said she’d never orgasmed with a partner before. But as she fell apart in my hands, there was a brief moment where I almost gave in, let go of my need to control everything, and came in my pants.
And when she turned in my arms, her post-orgasm haze making her needy and greedy as fuck, I almost lost control, fucking her right then and there.
But no, I had plans. And none of them included taking her quickly on the rooftop. Not today.
I wanted to have a few more boundary discussions before we worked through some more involved scenes because fuck, she was innocent. But when she explained how she couldn’t get out of her head, I had some ideas for working with that. Fuck if it didn’t make me want to try that much harder.
Her natural submissive nature triggered that dominant part of me; maybe I had been able to sense it when I met her, or maybe this was just a happy coincidence.
Even on the plane, when she lectured me about destroying my copy of my book, the soft downturn of her expression, the hesitancy, and the mask she wore for everyone else to see. I fucking saw through it.
But as I carried this naked, gorgeous woman in my arms from my rooftop three floors down to my living room, I decided I didn’t need to know how or why. She was here.
I placed her on her feet and held her until she was steady.
“Are you good?” I asked.
“Yes,” she nodded. After I asked her to use words, she had done much better at finding her voice. I needed her answer to be crystal clear; I couldn’t take chances by guessing.
“When we’re here, and I tell you to take your place, I mean for you to be naked and on your knees. From there, I want you to rest your hands on your thighs and wait for me.”
“Can I kneel on a pillow?” she asked, her eyes wandering to the thin, decorative pillows on my couch.
“Yes, you may use a pillow.”
“Thank you.”
“Is there a reason you need a pillow? Do you have a physical limitation?”
This conversation reminded us of just how much ground we needed to cover.
“Yes, I had ACL surgery on my knee. Sometimes, it bothers me when I kneel directly on the scar. A bit of cushion helps.”
And now, the athletic coach in me wanted the entire story, but I didn’t want to derail the scene.
“Can you tell me all about it later?”
“Sure, it’s not the most interesting story, though,” she said with a slight shrug.
“I think earlier tonight, when I tried to set the expectations for this relationship, you might have thought this wasn’t real to me.
I want to have a relationship with you. I have no intentions of it being casual, fake, or even secretive.
What I need is for you to be honest with me if and when this doesn’t fit into your future plans.
And I think I did a shit job explaining that because I want to know you, Kylie.
I want to know your scars, and not so that I don’t hurt you during sex. ”
I tipped her chin up, her eyes wide as they tried to absorb what I was saying to her.
I brushed my lips against hers, fully intending it to be a quick, chaste kiss, but no, Kylie responded to it, her mouth opening for me, and at that moment, I realized that even vanilla with her had depth and was full of flavor.
“Can I touch you?” she asked.
“Fuck, yes. Anyway, you want to.”
Her hands pulled at my shirt, still somehow tucked into my dress pants; her fingers shook as she attempted to unbutton it. I was painfully hard, and I hissed sharply as her hand brushed against my length, and she worked my fly down.
My pants slid to the floor, and I stepped out before pulling my T-shirt over my head.
“Oh, wow,” she said, her hands reaching out, tracing my tattoos. “I had no idea these were under here.”
“That was the plan. My grandmother threatened to write me out of the will if I marked my body.”
“That sounds like another conversation for later?” she asked.
I nodded. “Definitely.”
She traced the lines of ink down my abs, where they disappeared into my briefs.
Her hand hesitated, and my stomach trembled as she hit a ticklish spot.
Her eyes looked back to mine as she finally slipped my briefs down and over my hips.
My cock bobbed thickly, and her eyes locked on mine as her hand grasped it tentatively.
“Oh,” she said, eyes widening as she explored my length with her hand. And yes, I could sense her trepidation, but it didn’t feel like inexperience. My mind went blank the second her hand was on me. And when she spat in her hand? Fuuuucck.
Her timidness abated as she observed my reaction to her touch. Yeah, she was a quick study.
The box of condoms sat on the end table, and I snagged it, handing it to her.
“I’m usually a hell of a lot more patient, but Kylie, I need to be in you now. Are you ready for me?”
“Right here?” she asked, looking around the living room.
“No,” I said, picking her up and tossing her over my shoulder before heading upstairs to my bedroom. “I need more room. We’ve got a lot to learn about each other before we can play down here.”
She shrieked and then laughed, growing quiet as she traced the tattoos that covered my entire back.
“Distracted by something, Kylie?” I asked, taking two stairs at a time.
“Sorry, my ADHD, I saw something shiny.”
“Ah, another item for us to talk about later.”
Should we possibly slow down and get to know each other better? Maybe. But at this point, we were fully committed to doing this completely backward.
“Uh-huh. Fun first, serious shit later.”
She laughed as I tossed her down on my king-sized bed, and there was that adorable imp who had lectured me on defacing my book and trying to hide a dirty bookmark from me.
I tore open the box of condoms, grabbed a foil packet, and tossed the rest next to her on the bed.
“We’re skipping forward quite a bit on the ‘get to know you’ part, and while we’re gonna play next time, tonight’s gonna be a bit vanilla. Are you good with that?”
She nodded, “Yeah, come here so I can make you feel as good as you made me feel on the roof.”
“Kylie, it might be vanilla, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be quick. And it sure as hell doesn’t mean you aren’t going to get off. When you’re with me, you will always be satisfied.”
I rolled the condom on, her eyes dropping down and watching as she bit her lower lip. Kylie had a tell, and I was here for it.
I crawled over her body, pushing her back on the bed as I held myself up on my forearms.
“And here I was thinking there’d be no missionary with you,” she giggled.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as she arched her back, eager for some friction. I reached down between us, rubbing the head of my cock against her clit, her mouth let out in a small gasp, and her fucking eyes rolled back in her head.
And when I sunk into her, my eyes went wide.
“Shit. You’re tight. Please tell me you’ve done this before?”
“Yes, but just once,” she rushed out as her body worked to acclimate to my invasion. “I would have told you if I was a virgin.”
Add this to the list of things that should have been discussed first. Holy hell, what fucking idiot would have this pussy once and walk away?
“Are you okay?” I asked as it dawned on me that it might be painful if she’d only done this once.
“It’s okay, just give me a second to get used to you,” she said, drawing my face to hers. As we kissed, she let her hands explore, shit. From what she’d said earlier, I had expected her to be much more tentative, but it’s like a dam broke, and she’d been lit on fire.
Her hips began to press up, and I took it as my sign to start moving. My first thrust was met with a throaty moan. Her hands found my hips as she arched hers to take me deeper inside her. As I moved, I let her set the pace, her body taking over.
She went wild beneath me as I met her thrust for thrust. Her legs began that tremor, a sign that she was on the edge. Fuck, I wanted to edge her, but the way she’d opened up, not afraid to take what she needed, and when I felt her quicken around me, her head dropped back, nails digging into my ass.
And just like she did on the rooftop, she clutched and pulled me close to her, seeking more in the aftermath of her orgasm. My God, this woman was going to be a greedy lover.