Of course he knew it already. She was as transparent to him as a piece of glass, and he was in no rush. In fact, the more aggressively she tried to egg him on, the slower he went.
It was a new kind of torture, exquisite in its own way, and just as painful. Her soft mound of flesh between her legs vibrated with pleasure and excitement, wet as wet could be. She spread her legs, hoping he would see the invitation and take it.
But Red was focused on her face, on her mouth. Kissing her lips, then her eyelids, her cheeks. When he kissed her neck, she moaned.
As soon as she moaned, he stopped. He began tracing a pattern of some sort near her neckline. Her nipples stiffened, poking through her sleeveless shirt.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
“So much, sir,” she whispered. Their eyes met and a shock of recognition pulsed through her.
He’s my soul mate. I’m meant to be with him.
“What are you willing to do to have me?” he asked her.
“Anything, sir. Anything you ask, sir.”
“I’m a complicated person,” he told her. “You understand that.”
“Yes, sir.”
He shook his head. “No, no sirs just now. This isn’t a game.” He stroked her hair lightly. “I need you to know that if we get serious with one another…I could cause you a great deal of pain.”
She smiled. “Isn’t that what you enjoy doing?”
He didn’t return her smile and she saw he was genuinely upset. “Not that kind of pain,” he replied.
“How can you know what you’ll do to me before you’ve done it?”
He smiled ruefully. “Because of my past. And the best way to judge the future is based on past behavior. I’m trying to warn you, Nicole.”
“I don’t care about your past,” she told him, and now she reached up to stroke his hair. He flinched away.
“Don’t.”
“What did I do?”
“Don’t touch me like that.” He shook his head. “I need to be in control of you at all times,” he said. “I need to make all the decisions in the bedroom.”
“But why?”
“I’m not interested in explaining further.”
She sighed, exasperated with him. “You confuse me. One second you act like you want to open up and talk to me, the next you shut down entirely.”
He grinned. “You’re getting it.” His hand reached up and stroked her cheek. “You’re quite perceptive.”
“I don’t get anything. But I know that I want to try.”
“Even though it’s going to be a disaster?”
“We’ll get through it together,” she told him.
He looked stunned. “Together.”
“Yes, together.”
“God, you are truly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, and then he was kissing her again. More forcefully this time.
Her got on top of her, all of his considerable weight pressing down on her, but she didn’t care. She wanted to tear his clothes off, but knew he wouldn’t allow it.
She could feel his erection through his pants. It was huge. It pressed against her and she did her best to slide her pussy up and down on it without being too obvious. She didn’t want to risk turning him off. But then again, she was going insane with desire.
Red seemed to be overcome with desire himself. He grasped the top of her shirt and suddenly pulled, ripping it, then pulled again, tearing it off of her. He looked at her breasts. “Your nipples,” he said. “They need sucking.” And then his mouth was on her nipples, softly sucking. Licking. Licking faster. She was so tender, so ready for him.
She moaned as his sucking became fierce. Soon he was biting her nipples, but just hard enough to make the pleasure that much more intense.
“Red,” she moaned. “Oh, Red.”
His hands caressed her stomach and chest. Played with her nipples, torturing her with the pleasure of it. He was a master musician and she was his instrument. Her body was his. “I’m yours,” she told him.
He sucked her nipples again, and now they were stiff and tender and wet. Just like her clitoris, which buzzed with a fury.
Red moved off of her, looking down at her heaving breasts. She was in a frenzy. She writhed beneath him, dying for his hands and mouth to be on her once more.
Slowly, he unbuckled his belt. She watched him with a stunned look on her face. She hadn’t expected this. “Now you unzip me,” he rasped.
Slowly she reached out and began to unzip him. When she was done, his pants hung open in a flap. She could see black silk boxers underneath. “What now?” she asked.
“Pull me out and stroke me.”
God yes. Finally.
She reached into his boxers gingerly. Her fingers nudged against his hard penis and he gave a little low moan of his own. Emboldened, she encircled the root of him with all of her fingers and tugged his cock out of the hole in his boxers.