“Depends on if you have the guts to finish what we’ve started, Hellcat. It just depends,” I answer, doing my best to sound bored.
She gets on the bed. She’s got her hand draped over her breasts, trying to keep me from seeing anything, which considering she goes out half-naked most of the time, is confusing as hell and just another reason she keeps me on my toes. Dani is such a contradiction. On the surface you would think she was this badass, and then when you look closer… she’s so innocent and scared to show me her body. I’m going to do everything I can to make this good for her—to make this all about her. I’m going to have blue balls after this shit, but I need her to know that she is special. That I’m not what she thinks—not by a fucking long shot. I climb on the bed beside her and start by wrapping my arm around her and pulling her to me so her head rests on my shoulder and I can breathe in the scent of strawberries on her hair. It soothes me. It gives me a sense of belonging. I’ve never had that in life—not even with Melly.
“Zander, I know I’ve not had good experiences with this, but I don’t think this is how you have sex.”
“Hush, Hellcat. We’ll get there.”
“You’re a very confusing man,” She mumbles.
I kiss the top of her head and let my fingers stroke her side, gently and slowly each pass up and down I get closer to the rim of her panties. I can feel the small jerks in her body with each pass and the way her body tenses up. She likes what I’m doing, but the fear is still there. It hurts me, for her. No woman should have this fear about sex. Is this why she hasn’t had an orgasm? What kind of assholes has she been inviting into her bed that they haven’t made sure she was with them for the whole ride?
An image of that fucker Beast comes to mind and I beat it down. I’m going to kick that man’s ass. It’s just a matter of time. This is his loss, if he couldn’t appreciate Dani when he had his chance, he’s even more stupid than he looks. I lean down to whisper in her ear at the same time my hand pushes down into her underwear. Her body goes tight, but she doesn’t stop me.
“Rest easy, Hellcat. I’m just going to make you feel good right now. This is all about you. I’ll do nothing you don’t want, sweetheart.”
“But…”
I slide my fingers over the top of her pussy. She’s waxed clean, not a surprise considering she dances in little more than a G-string, but I still wonder what she would look like with a small patch of hair there…I want to see it someday. I put my finger on the slippery little hood on her clit and use another finger to brush it… and then pinch lightly. I slowly move my fingers up and down the valley of her pussy, teasing and caressing all around her clit but never touching it—concentrating mainly just on the hood. Her hips begin moving back and forth in a little broken circle and she lets out a whimper to let me know she likes what I’m doing. I decide to reward her and pinch the hood harder this time and add a little more pressure to my strokes.
“I’m going to own this pussy, Hellcat. You’re already getting so wet for me and I haven’t even started yet. Do you like this, baby? Do you like it when I touch you like this?” I ask her while I pinch the covering over her clit hard, harder than I had.
“Zander… I…I need…”
I let my index finger move along the inside of the lips of her pussy, getting as close to that throbbing little clit as I can get, but still not giving her the relief she really needs.
“What sweetheart? What do you need?” I ask grazing her clit finally, but just for a second and then I go back to repeating the pattern all over again.
“I…oh God, do that again.”
“What’s that? What did I do? Was it this?” I ask, my lips close to her ear, I lick the inner shell and then suck the lobe into my mouth and bite down.
I push down on her clit, applying pressure hard, until I hear her gasp and her hip thrusts up to meet me. I slide my finger unto her clit over and over before pushing in again. Each time her clit pulses, harder. I can feel the jerking hammer of it with each caress. Liquid heat meets my fingers as I continue my onslaught on her pussy always ending on a pinch sometimes light, sometimes harder before petting her again and repeating.
“Zander, that feels… what are you doing? That feels…”
Her need has amped up, her hips are moving and she’s tightening up against my hand trying to ride my fingers. I can’t let that continue, I need to make this last longer. I shift so I can see what I’m doing. I stop all movement and she cries out in frustration and looks down at me.
“Take off your bra, Hellcat. Take it off and let me see you tease your nipples.”
“Zander…I…”