This time, there’s no hesitation. She gets onto the bed and drapes herself face-down over my legs with her groin in my lap. Her willingness makes me smile. The pink thong exposes her ass cheeks, rewarding me with one of the sexiest sights I’ve seen.
I rub a palm over her globes, gently caressing each. “Tell me about your fantasies.”
She folds her arms at her elbows and turns her face to the side. “Tell me about yours.”
My smile grows wider. She’s playing it safe. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Brushing a hand up her spine, I tell her honestly, “My fantasy is fulfilling a woman’s.”
“In other words, sex is about your ego.”
“Is that wrong?”
“It depends on your intentions.”
Hooking a finger in the elastic of her thong, I drag it slowly over her hips and down her thighs. Her ass is round and firm, and her soft skin has a golden tan. “That’s simple. To make you feel good.”
“Not to carve a notch in your headboard and tell yourself what a man you are?”
I chuckle. “Do you always generalize where men are concerned?”
“Men will be men, right?” she says, sounding bitter.
I’ve seen a few backsides in my day, and I never compare because each woman has her own unique beauty, but Violet is different. She’s not only the most perfect thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, but she also affects me, and that makes for a huge change. To date, the only feeling I’ve had while holding a woman in my arms was my need for release. With her, it goes further, deeper. With her, I need everything. Body and soul.
I trace her crease from her lower back to the junction of her legs. “It sounds as if you haven’t had good experiences with men.”
“Very clever of you to make the deduction.”
Ignoring her sarcasm, I drag a finger along the inside of her leg. “But this is good, isn’t it?”
She shivers.
“You haven’t told me your fantasy.” I give her a playful slap on her ass cheek. “Naughty girl.”
She moans and hides her face in the covers. “Can we stop talking now?”
“Is that what you want? You want me to please you and let you enjoy it in peace?”
“I like to pretend that I don’t have any responsibility.” She rests her face on her arm. “Just for a short while. That’s my fantasy.”
I reward her for her honesty with another gentle swat. She closes her eyes and lets her muscles relax. This isn’t about pain. It’s about power. It’s about doing dirty things to her and not giving her a choice. It’s about taking the responsibility so she doesn’t have to carry the guilt. Only, what she wants isn’t dirty, not when we’re both happy to play the game. What she wants is natural. Role play between partners is a beautiful experience.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” I say, swatting her backside.
She jerks, clenching her glutes.
I give her a few well-paced slaps, hitting hard enough to warm her skin but not to hurt. “You won’t ignore me again, will you?”
She lifts her ass a little, coaxing me to give her more.
“Answer me,” I say, teasing her clit with the pad of my finger.
She gasps. “No, I won’t.”
Knowing what she craves, I bring my hand down between her legs. “Good girl.”
She moans louder, grinding herself on my lap.
“Will you reply to my text messages and calls?” I ask, brushing my fingers over her slit, barely touching her skin.
“Yes,” she cries out, lifting her hips again, begging for more.
I don’t punish her with making her wait longer. The moment she gives me her promise, I sink my finger into the tight, wet heat of her body. She clenches around me, gripping me so hard my cock twitches imagining what it will feel like inside her. I hold still for a moment, giving her time to adjust.
Panting, she glances at me, catching me studying the V between her legs.
I give a shallow pump. “You like it when I watch.”
She consents with silence, closing her eyes. The act has significant meaning. Some people are self-conscious about staring. They’re bothered when caught in the act. That doesn’t apply to me, but she’s giving me permission to look freely, to take my fill without being observed as I do so. I do it greedily, watching the work of my hand as I penetrate her deeper and fuck her harder with my hand. It’s hot enough to make me want to come in my pants, but I want more. Despite my vow to be patient, I’m greedy.
“I want to taste you, Violet.”
She stills.
The idea doesn’t appeal to her. Yet.
“Maybe another time,” I concede before fucking her harder while slapping her ass.
She comes with a soft cry, her body going taut in my lap. Seeing her find her release is the sweetest sight. It turns me harder, making the swell of my cock painful, but this isn’t about me. This part, I’m definitely not rushing. I continue to play with her until long after the last aftershock has bowed her body. The caress is still sexual, but it’s not demanding. I’m simply delivering a pleasurable touch.