Horizontal on a bed with Godrick Stoneridge on top of me. He was beautiful. I had never seen a more beautiful man. A feminine man, that was beautiful? Yes. A rugged man, that was so handsome that his darkness was beautiful? No. Never. But that was what Godrick was, a rugged, beautiful man that held himself to a higher standard, that closed himself off from people, but with me, he let me inside.
And what I saw was beautiful.
The way he kissed me was different right now. The office kiss was frantic and needy, and he showed his dominance, but this was different. His lips were languid. Godrick took his time. He didn’t grind his cock against me like I wanted him to.
Oh, I so desperately wanted him to. Ever since he spanked me in the kitchen, I had been an aching mess. “Godrick,” I whimpered into his mouth at the same time his tongue twisted between my lips and stroked the roof of my mouth. God, the man could kiss. Of course he could. How could someone look this good and not know how to kiss? It would be a disservice to women everywhere if he didn’t. His big body, strong jaw, muscles, large calloused palms cupping my face and controlling the kiss, controlling how his lips melted against mine, it was what all women wanted.
I knew because never in my life have I been kissed like this, and my inner sexual persona would yell at me when she wasn’t getting what she needed. I believe men either had the natural ability to blow a woman’s mind, or they didn’t.
Godrick blew my mind just by walking into the room.
“What is it?” he whispered back, the hot air from his lungs touching the back of my throat.
“I want you.”
“Oh, baby. I want you too.”
“Take me.”
He shook his head. “No.”
I pushed against his chest, breaking our kiss. “Why?”
He sighed at the same time he brought his knuckles up to graze my cheek. Godrick’s eyes roamed the expanse of my body—and I had a lot of it. The knuckles continued down my neck and then my breast, teasing my nipples. The small touch made me arch my back into his chest, nearly coming from the barely-there touch.
“Today has been a stressful day for you. If it was any other day, any other circumstance, and you were under me, I’d take you. I’d drive into you without a second thought, but right now, the fear of Brian is on your mind, and when I take you, I want you to be thinking only of me.”
Holy shit, was he saying that he didn’t want to be used? He seemed like the kind of man that wanted to be used. “But I want you, Godrick.”
“I can still make you feel good, Lucy. You want that? You want to feel good?” His hair fell in his face, and I lifted my hand to push it out of the way, only for it to fall back into place. “I like the feel of you too much.” The way he said it looked like it hurt for him to admit with the frown on his lips and crinkles around his eyes.
“I want to make you feel good too,” I admitted, gliding my hands down his chest and ridged abdomen. He shuddered above me, and his skin pebbled under my touch.
He didn’t say another word; he just leaned down to give me a quick deep kiss, gripping my jaw tight. Godrick kissed his way down my body, palming my tits on his way down. He growled as he watched his fingers knead my breasts. He didn’t know which one to focus on. His finger pinched the small tight nipples, and I moaned, tossing my arms above my head.
He licked down my stomach until he got to my pussy. His shoulders were so wide that he hardly fit between my legs. He spread them to their limit, and his fingers pulled my sheath open by the lips and licked his lips. He tugged on my red pubic hair, and the sting made a gush of liquid drip from my pussy slit. He grunted, pushing his fingers through my over-sensitive sheath. “So goddamn wet, Lucy. You’ve needed me for a while now, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I nodded eagerly, my chest rising so fast, I could still barely breathe.
“What do you do when I’m not around to make you feel good? How do you pleasure yourself?” Godrick had no problem finding my clit and pressed against the aching bud. “You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen, Lucy. Tell me, how do you treat her?”
I tossed my head, throwing it side to side as he flicked his fingers quickly against my bundle of nerves. I pointed to the nightstand to the right of me, the stand that held my wand. It was the best damn investment I had made. There were ten vibration modes, and I just pressed it against my clit and let the wand do the work. I used the damn thing every single day that I went without Godrick’s touch.
The fact that he was about to use it on me only made me wetter. He got on his knees and reached over me as the tip of his hard cock pressed against me. Like an innocent virgin that I was not, I shattered beneath him. I came hard. I scratched my nails down his chest, grinding my pussy against his cock with every tremor. He stared at me with wide eyes, and when I finally came down from my high, I trembled with a sated exhale.
And then the embarrassment hit. I came from hardly any touch.
“That was so fucking hot. Where the fuck is that damn wand? I need to see that again.” He ripped my drawer open until it came off its tracks, and he held it by the handle as a few smaller things spilled onto the floor, like pens and knickknacks. Then the wand fell out along with another toy.
A dildo. Sometimes I want internal and external stimulation, but a regular vibrator didn’t have enough juice to make me feel good. I needed intense vibration.
“Have you used these since you’ve met me?” he asked, holding both toys in each hand.
I wanted to tell him he didn’t need those toys. He had a big dick waiting to slide inside me in his boxers, but having sex with him intimidated me right now. He was right. I wasn’t ready for that, but I would make him feel good tonight. I wanted to taste him and feel his thick droplet of precome on my tongue.
“Yes,” I said.
“Have you thought of me while using them?”