Lip Service (Private Relations 2)

reflect on how incredibly well put together he was. Then she stepped forward, pressing herself against him. Both of them exhaled, enjoying the skin to skin contact.

Walking her backward, Chris propelled them forward until she felt the bed hit her midthigh. He continued to move her backward until she fell back on the bed, then moved up allowing him to join her.

He immediately followed, his body now pressed against hers. Turning on his side now, he propped himself up on one elbow and lowered his mouth to hers again. He nipped at her lower lip until she allowed him entrance. While he thoroughly explored her mouth with his tongue, he idly stroked his free hand over the contours of her body.

Mouth still locked on hers, he slid his hand down to cup her breast. This time, he took the hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger, and gently rolled it.

Sensation shot through Chloe and she involuntarily rocked her hips against his in response. Moaning into his mouth, she arched her back, pressing her breast more fully into his hand. Still, he kept the maddeningly slow pace he had already set.

Kissing his way down her jaw, he placed feather light kisses on her neck, stopping a moment to nip at her earlobe. Continuing to work his way down her body, he traced his tongue along her skin.

She could feel the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow dragging across her skin. That and the combination of the light swirling of his tongue on her flesh was slowly pushing her toward the edge. She was starting to get a little desperate.

When he finally reached her breast, he flicked his tongue across the areola, but didn’t take the aching peak into his mouth as she had hoped he would. Frustrated now, she rolled her hips, trying to relieve some of the building pressure.

Looking up from his task, he asked her, “Did you need something?”

Nodding, she said, “Yes. Desperately. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Desperately?” he asked.

He continued to watch her as he traced light circles with his fingertips over her other breast, then lowered his mouth to her breast. He relented, taking the tight peak into his mouth, moistening it, but not applying any pressure whatsoever.

Moving back, he asked, “Is that what you needed?”

Whimpering now, she asked, “Why are you torturing me?”

Propping his head back up on his elbow, he moved his hand to stroke against her belly, and said, “I’m not, really. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. Just tell me what you want. In explicit detail.”

She thought about this for a second, her lust-crazed mind clearing slightly. She had no desire to provide constant instruction. She didn’t even particularly like being in charge in the bedroom. Remembering his earlier comment when she’d accused him of being bossy, she realized suddenly what was going on.

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He was trying to get her to give him total control. Making a split-second decision to trust him, she asked, “What I want? What I need? I need you to be in control. I’m losing my mind here, Chris.”

His eyebrows shot up, and he asked, “You sure about that?”

Chloe considered his question for a minute and nodded.

“I’ve always been somewhat submissive in bed. Always an active participant, mind you, but I prefer not being the one in charge.”

Sighing, he looked at her earnestly and said, “Interesting. But now I feel kind of guilty. I feel like I manipulated you into that statement. If you want, we can go back to doing things how we were in the kitchen.”

Snorting, Chloe said, “Your manipulation wasn’t very subtle. I’ll stop you if it gets too intense. Lucky for you, I naturally lean that way anyway. I’ve always wanted to explore it. What better time than right now? You’re naked. I’m naked.”

Trailing off, she looked up at him. His eyes were heavy lidded now. His mind had clearly switched gears away from conversation. Getting off of the bed, he walked over to his closet, and grabbed a tie. Watching him curiously, she watched him approach the bed and lay down next to her again.

Chris reached out, pressing her back flat against the bed, then said, “If it makes you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop and I will.”

He stroked his hand firmly down her arm and linked his fingers with hers. Moving her arm up above her head, he wrapped her fingers around one of the rungs of his headboard. Reaching down, he placed the other next to it.

“Let me know if this is too tight?” he asked.

Looping the tie around her wrists, he tied them together and then secured the tie to the headboard of his bed.

Looking at her intently, he asked, “Is this okay?”

Strangely, the pressure of the tie wrapped around her wrists just added to her arousal. Nodding, she said, “It is.”