Never Been Kissed

“No strings?” he asks. I think he knows what I mean. His eyebrows furrow as he considers my words.

“Fun, Bow. You want to have fun?” I lean over toward him, resting my elbow on his thigh as I look up at him. “We can have some fun together.”

“I’m guessing you’re not talking board games.”

I snort a laugh. “Did you make a joke? It’s a miracle.”

“I guess I did.” His lips switch into a smile. I can’t help but kiss him. I lean up and take it. Brushing my lips against him, I let my eyes fall closed for a moment. It feels so right to kiss him.

“So I stay and we do things.” I clench my thighs together thinking about all the things we’ll do. This is new territory for me, but Bow is a safe place. I don’t see him running around telling people we hooked up. He smiles against my mouth. I’m guessing that’s a yes from him.

“Things?” Again he teases me. I elbow him. He fakes like I hurt him. He’s a tank. Not sure anything can hurt him.

“Yeah, things.” This time I nip his bottom lip. He grabs me, pulling me into his lap. “I have to say I didn't think I’d enjoy being manhandled, but when it’s you doing it I think I do.” I shift to straddle him.

“I would never do something I didn't think you wanted.”

“I believe you.” Why else am I agreeing to this crazy idea of mine? Encouraging him to keep on doing whatever he wants with me. I’ve never been so turned on as I was last night when he pinned me to the wall. Then again this morning when he did it in the bed.

“You smell so damn good. You know that?” He runs his nose along my throat, breathing me in. His morning beard tickles my skin.

“It’s the syrup.”

“No, it’s not.” I gasp when he takes a long lick up my neck. I press down into him, trying to rub myself against him. It’s then I realize I don’t have my jeans on. It’s only my panties pressed into his sweatpants.

His hands grip my ass, pulling me tighter against him. He rocks me himself, dragging me along his cock as he keeps on licking and sucking my neck.

“Bow.” I moan his name. The pleasure starts to build in my body. I’m so worked up that it’s almost unbearable. I never imagined that I could feel this way. The things this man does to me have me wanting much more from him than just a little fun.

“You feel good too. Anyone ever told you that? Only sitting in my lap and you’ve got me turned inside out.” His fingers dig into me as he keeps on rocking me back and forth, drawing me closer to my orgasm. He was right. I felt damn good in his lap. He is making me feel that way.

“No one’s ever told me that,” I breathe out.

“Then I’m a bastard because I don’t want anyone else telling you that. To know what you feel like pressed up against them.”

“Have you ever told anyone that?”

“Never.” He nips my neck again.

“Good.” I dig my nails into his shoulders as he pushes me right over the edge. I come for him, crying out his name. I have no idea how he does this to my body. A few touches and I’m done for.

“Fuck,” he grits out, lifting me with him. I’m sure we’re headed back to bed for more, but he sets me back in my seat. I watch as he reaches down to adjust himself before sitting back down into his chair.

We sit in silence for a few moments. My body is still coming down from its high. For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, I find that I don’t need to fill the air with chatter. It no longer feels uncomfortable to me now that we’ve cleared the air. My body still hums with need for him, but I try to keep it under control.

“Eat. You’ll need your strength.” I look up to see that he has a piece of pancake on a fork. “Open.” I find myself obeying him. I’m usually the one that gives the orders in my line of work, but allowing him to do it seems natural. I wrap my lips around the fork and moan when the sweet taste hits my mouth.

“What will I need my strength for?”

“All those fun things we agreed to explore.” He gives me one of his rare smiles that heats my entire body. One that says he’s going to give me as much pleasure as he thinks I can handle. And I’m going to let him.8DavisNo strings? I feed her another bite of pancake. No, I don’t want any messy strings when it comes to her. Playing games is not what I want. I always know what I want. That’s something that has come easily to me in life. I was never one to ride the line. I was either in or out. With her I am all in. I just have to get her on the same page. To make her realize that I’m all she needs. That my intentions are not fleeting.