“You’ve never had anal sex with a man?” He held his breath, not quite sure why.
“A couple tried. It simply didn’t work.”
They’d hurt her. He could see the fear. He hated when Gracie had that guarded look. Wade cupped her cheek, letting his thumb tease her lower lip. “Baby, you trust me with your body, I know you do. I won’t hurt you. I would never do anything that made you uncomfortable or brought you pain. Let me show you how wel we fit.”
A long time passed with Gracie stiff, a frown marring the beauty of her face. Final y, she said, “I wil let you . . . try, but I want a safe word.”
That had him rearing back in shocked surprise. “And how are you familiar with safe words?” It was a term used by couples who enjoyed bondage, dominance, and submissive-type sex. The idea that she might have done such things with someone other than him, bothered Wade .
. . entirely too much. He had no right to inquire of her past relationships. He had a rather checkered past himself and wouldn’t relish an inquiry by her. Stil , he was just chauvinistic enough to wish that he had been the only man to try such things with her.
Then, her next words had him sighing a little too vigorously in relief.
“I read it in a romance book. The heroine was experimenting and wanted to play the sex slave to the hero. They used a safe word, which meant that if she spoke it aloud, the lovemaking stopped instantly.” She explained, as if tutoring him. “So, I want a safe word.”
“You read some very interesting books, little Gracie,” he murmured, amused and turned on at the same time. “There’s something you don’t know, though. Safe words are for both the dominant and the submissive. If the submissive wants something the dominant isn’t comfortable with, then he can use the safe word to stop the play.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. Do you want that option?”
Wade chuckled. “No, I’m certain you won’t push me to a point that I’m uncomfortable. But, you only need to say ‘stop,’ Gracie, and I’l stop.
We don’t need a safe word. At least not with this particular sex act.” His dick swel ed painful y as they talked; images bombarded his head, making him want to flip her to her stomach and slide into her tight, puckered opening.
She smiled, and some of the tenseness left her shoulders. “And here I was al prepared to shout ‘Bambi.’ ”
Surely, Wade had not heard her correctly. “Huh?”
Gracie laughed, her body relaxing even more as she grew comfortable with their conversation. “It was the first thing that came to mind. Don’t ask me why.”
Unaccountably charmed by her in that moment, Wade leaned toward her and pressed his lips to hers. So soft, like butterfly wings. He could sip at her for hours. “Another time we’l use ‘Bambi.’ I promise,” Wade whispered against her mouth, their hot breaths mingling. As he locked his gaze with hers, Wade slowly lowered his head and kissed her gently between the legs. She moaned beautiful y for him. Lifting to his feet, Wade noted that Gracie’s gaze never wavered. She watched his every move, her anxious expression cutting through the haze of his lust the way nothing else could. Tenderly, he wrapped his hands around her waist and moved her to the center of the bed. Careful of her cast, Wade maneuvered her until she lay sprawled out on her bel y; he arranged her legs wider. The sight of her would be stamped on his memory forever.
“Are you uncomfortable? Is your wrist okay?”
“I’m fine. I’d al but forgotten about my wrist.”
Wade stared down at her lying in the center of the rumpled bed, the low light of the bedside lamp turning her skin a creamier shade. His beautiful Gracie, al spread out for his pleasure, her luscious body and plump bottom mere inches away from his eager fingers and cock. He nearly whimpered like a whipped pup.
“You are a feast, baby.”
She turned her head to speak, and Wade helped her by moving her silky, dark hair away from her face. “I’m too plump. I’m sure you’ve been with women in better shape, with less baggage too, I’m sure.”
Her voice, smal and unsure, turned his heart to mush. “I’m not going to deny that I’ve been with other women, but none could compare to you.” Wade caressed the length of her back with his palms until he cupped both round ass cheeks. “Your body is the softest bit of paradise I’ve ever touched. I want to spend days playing with you.” When he touched her little pink pucker, Gracie trembled. “I don’t want to hear you talk of yourself like that again. I wil punish you.” He rubbed one palm over her bottom, while he used his other hand to tease the sensitive skin protecting her most forbidden hole. “Remember how I punished you earlier, Gracie?”
Her cheeks heated at the reminder of the erotic spanking he’d given her. “I remember,” she whispered.
Impossibly, Wade’s dick hardened further. “That little spanking is just the start. Now tel me you believe me when I say that I find you perfect just as you are.” A nod was his answer. The sleek skin of her ass was softer than any silk he’d ever touched. So round and firm. So spankable and kissable.
So far away from his mouth.
On his knees between her legs, Wade leaned down and licked one smooth cheek, moving from the crook of her leg to the smal of her back.
The startled sound that came from Gracie was not so much from fear, but from sexual hunger. He recognized her sounds already. Her needy little whimpers and anxious groans. He wanted to make her scream with a satisfaction that only he could give her.
Wade moved off the bed. “Stay put, baby. I’l be right back.”
“Hurry, Wade. I’m about to lose my nerve here.”
He touched the cleft of her ass and stroked her intimately. “You’l be a good girl and wait for me.”