She stayed where she was. “Yes. I don’t want you to see me. I don’t look like one of those girls in a magazine.”
He groaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “Those girls in the magazines are airbrushed and way too thin. The camera adds pounds so those girls are so skinny I wouldn’t be able to fuck them for fear I would break them. I want a woman, Avery, not some tiny freaking thing whose waistline only proves she doesn’t eat. I want a woman who can take me. I want a woman I can hold on to. So bend over because I want to see your ass. I want to look at it because I’ve been dreaming about it for days. It’s hot and round and so fucking juicy I can’t stand it. Get me hot, Avery. Show me your ass.”
It took her a moment, but she bent over, her spine curving. The skirt twisted up until he could see plainly that she had complied with his edict about the underwear. Her round, curvy ass cheeks peeked out from the ridiculously high hem of her skirt. Sweet cheeks. So fucking pretty.
“That’s beautiful, love.” Fuck, his cock was dying, and he couldn’t just do her yet. He needed to push her boundaries. He needed to make her howl, and he couldn’t do that by just shoving his cock in.
He let his fingertips find her thighs. The minute he touched her, she gasped and stood straight up.
“Did I hurt you?” He knew the answer to the question. He’d startled her because she wasn’t expecting it, but she needed to learn here and now that he would touch her any way he wanted to.
“No.” She was shivering, but it wasn’t cold in the room. The room was nice and toasty warm.
“Then bend back over. I’m only going to touch you, Avery.” He couldn’t expect her to act like a trained submissive. He had to be patient and teach her what he wanted. Later, if she reacted like this, he would place her over his knee and she would feel the flat of his hand on her ass. Fuck, his cock loved that image.
“This is weird, you know,” she said, but she was complying.
“Weird is in the eye of the beholder.” He let his hand skim along her thighs. Soft, sweet skin. “I think it’s weird how vanilla people just jump into a bed and fuck and don’t ever relish the moment, don’t talk to each other about what works and what doesn’t. So many people just expect sex to happen, but really great sex takes work, like everything in life. You have to talk to your partner. If you were working on a project with a partner, you would talk to him, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.” Her voice came out on a little gasp. “But you make it sound like this is work. I’m having a hard time thinking about sex as a project to manage.”
He barely touched the cheeks of her ass, just a little tickle on her flesh, and her muscles clenched. “Only because you don’t take it seriously.”
“I take it very seriously,” she shot back.
“No, you take the choice of your partner seriously, but not the sex itself. The sex itself you view as something you have to give up to get to what you really want, and that’s companionship and affection. You can’t buy those with sex, Avery. Those will come or not, and it doesn’t mean a damn thing to any man. Not really. He’ll take sex from you even if he doesn’t particularly like you. He’ll take it because you offer it up so easily. Again—not the relationship, but the sex. You’re offering me easy sex. Sex where I don’t have to work, but I want to work because I do like you and I do feel affection for you. Do you understand?”
“You think I should ask for more.”
“No, I think you should demand more.”
“That doesn’t sound very submissive, Lee.”
He sighed as he touched her cheeks one last time and backed away. “You can stand up now.” He sank back on her sofa. It would do for what he wanted. For what she needed. “Come sit in my lap.”
She moved a little awkwardly, trying to pull the skirt down. “I can’t get it down far enough. If I sit in your lap, it’s going to ride up.”
“Sit in my lap, Avery.” He let his voice go hard and was happy to see her respond. She did what he wanted, though she took her sweet time doing it, trying valiantly to keep as much denim between them as possible. She settled in, holding herself up.
And that wouldn’t do. One little pull of his hand and the skirt was bunched around her waist.
Avery shrieked a little, but he kept her where he wanted her. “Lee, you don’t understand. I’m…I’m going to ruin your pants. God, I need to go clean up.”
“Oh, is my baby’s little pussy finally getting wet?” He put his hand on her knee.
She tried to cross her legs. “Yes, and it’s a lot. It feels very messy.”
He could smell her now. Bending over and presenting her ass had done something for her. So had dirty talk. Yeah, he could talk dirty. “Messy is good. I want that pussy dirty and ripe when I start to eat it.”
Her skin turned the prettiest shade of pink. “How can you just talk like that?”