Loosening his grip so she could free her hand, she did, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. He felt the slight nervous tremor in her hand before he released it.
“Very good,” he softly cooed. “That’s my very good girl. My very beautiful girl.” He kissed her forehead and prayed she didn’t feel his painful erection pressing against her thigh. He could fuck her right this second except they needed to talk a little more about that first. Not to mention he didn’t want to take advantage of her in this state. He laced his fingers through hers again. “Keep your eyes closed and listen to me.”
He brushed a gentle kiss across her lips even though what he really wanted to do was devour her, plunge his tongue into her mouth and fuck her with it the way he now wanted to fuck her with his cock. “How long has it been since you last came?”
“Since then.”
He blinked, her answer almost startling him out of his role. He bit back his surprised, “What?”
in lieu of a calmer, more controlled response. “No, love. I didn’t mean with Cris. I meant when was the last time you played with yourself?”
“I haven’t. I don’t.”
Part of him wanted to sit up and discuss it right then, because he suspected she wasn’t understanding him. Part of him felt loathe to break the spell he had her under.
He guided her hand under the waistband of her panties, pleasantly surprised to discover she kept herself shaved. Her breath quickened, shallow, almost gasping.
Nuzzling her ear, he gently nipped the lobe. “Play with yourself for me.”
That’s when her body tensed. “I…can’t.”
“I won’t move my hand, I promise. I’m here with you.”
Slowly, her fingers started stroking her clit as he quietly whispered encouraging words in her ear, coaxing, gently soothing her as her body first relaxed, then filled with a sweet sensual tension he knew signaled she’d really got into it. He slipped his hand down further, enough he could curl two fingers and press them inside her.
She gasped at the feeling, her own hand’s motions quickening as she turned her head toward him, burying her face against his shoulder.
He switched to French. “Don’t come yet. Be my good girl.”
She softly whimpered as her hips joined the party, rocking and pressing her hand against his as he slowly finger-fucked her wet pussy.
Jesus, she’s soaked! She was also fucking tight. He’d be shooting off in no time if he didn’t wear a cock ring. He tried to ignore his throbbing erection as his fingers easily slipped in and out of her.
After a few minutes she’d totally let go, her hips bucking and rocking as his fingers plunged into her again and again, her body writhing against his as she begged in French for release.
He studied her face. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Her eyelids fluttered open.
“Come now!” he ordered. He pressed his fingers deep inside her, feeling her muscles squeezing him.
He hoped she didn’t hear him groan over the exquisite sensation as she cried out. He pressed his palm against her hand, holding her fingers tight against her clit. “Again!”
Her back arched as she moaned. He leaned in and kissed her, hard, this time letting his tongue do to her what he wished his cock could do to her body. He gathered her to him, tightly holding her she sobbed in his arms. Forcing back his impatience to find out if these were good or bad tears, he waited her out.
As she relaxed, her cries turning to sniffles, he looked down into her eyes and smiled.
When she smiled back, he relaxed, relieved. “Good?”
She nodded, deliberately squirming against his cock. “What about you?”
“What about me?” When she tried to reach down and squeeze him through his pants, he caught her hand in his and brought her fingers up to his mouth where he sucked them between his lips, laving his tongue over them.
“How about I take care of you?” she asked.
“I don’t need taking care of.”
She snorted, amused. “Um, yeah. Don’t make me ask if that’s a dildo in your pocket or if you’re just happy to see me.”
“I can wait until Monday.”
He wished he’d phrased it differently when a cloud drifted through her expression. “Okay,” she softly said. “Sorry.”
He mentally swore. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
She sat up and edged away from him as she wiped her face with her hands. “No, it’s okay. I get it. It’s hard to remember you’re gay when you can blow my fucking mind like that.”
Hooking an arm around her, he pulled her to him, rolling her on top of him. “Maybe I’m not gay after all.”
Her hands landed on the mattress on either side of his head when he grabbed her. “Then what the hell are you? You’re not bi, you said so.”
He shrugged. “Maybe I’m homoflexible. Straight for you.” He reached up and stroked her hair, then cupped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down to kiss her again. “How do you feel about blow jobs?”
She ground her hips against his, making his cock ache in a good way. “Pretty good, as long as you don’t mind that I’m out of practice.”
He laughed at her playful smirk. “Then feel free to ravish me, Mistress Cardinal.” Her body tensed again, in a bad way. “What’s wrong?”
Her voice lowered. “Can you please not call me that? At least not like this. Not when we’re alone together.”
He reached up and stroked her cheek. “Of course. I’m sorry.”
“It just feels…weird. She’s not a real person. She’s a job. I don’t want her in our bedroom.”
“Is that another Cardinal rule?”
He loved her cautious, vulnerable smile. “Yeah.”
“What about Monday?”
Her face hardened. “That’s different. That’s me giving him a majorly well deserved fuck you ass kicking.”
He pulled her down to him and kissed her. “You said ‘our bedroom.’”
She blushed. “So?”
He smiled and stroked her cheek again. “If we’re going to share a bed, at least let me take you shopping for a new one. A larger one we can comfortably spread out in.”
That broke her funk. She laughed, dropping her head to his chest while he stroked her back.
Then he realized she was creeping south and he let her, lacing his hands behind his head so he could watch her.
Her gaze rose to his as she unfastened his slacks and tugged them down, pleasantly surprised to find he’d gone commando. She never broke contact with his gaze as she slowly stroked his cock with her fingers, slipping his foreskin back and working from sac to head and back again, before swirling her tongue around the tip, flicking the ridge as she explored.
“Oh, fuck!” he breathed.
Torturously slow, he watched as his cock disappeared between her lips, deep into her throat until all eight inches were encased inside her sweetly hot mouth right up to the very root.
She knew what she was doing to him, he watched the corners of her eyes crinkle in amusement as she slowly worked her way back up to the head again. When her hand cupped his sac, her fingers drifting lower to play with his taint, he didn’t bother holding back. He threw his head back, eyes closed, and worked his hips in time with her movements. Eventually he reached down and rested his hands on her head as he thrust, until she finally pressed a finger against his rim and he exploded.
She went deep again, staying with him until he eventually finished and softened and she freed his spent member. He stroked her head as she rested her cheek against his abs.
After a few minutes, he sighed. “Okay. I’m definitely homoflexible. I’ll have no problem being straight for you.”
She laughed and kissed his stomach before straddling him again. “Yeah?”