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“The more you do that, the less I worry,” she mumbled back, then none-too-gently shifted his mouth to the other one. “Don’t forget this one over here.”
He pulled away to narrow his eyes at her. “You’re rushing me. Stop it,” he reprimanded her, before going back to the breast he’d been previously feasting on.
They stayed that way, locked together, for what felt like an hour, with Paige rubbing her clit against him while he continued to be unilaterally focused on paying homage to her breasts. When she decided she needed more, Paige lifted up so she could guide his cock to her entrance, then sank down on him. Groaning, David looked up at her with hazy, arousal-filled eyes, and after leaning down to kiss him, she pushed him back against the headboard and followed, using the wooden ledge to brace herself as she started to move.
It didn’t take long for her to become totally lost in pleasure and feel like she was suspended in a sort of subspace, where everything felt really, really good, although it was more of a sensual experience than a raw, sexual one. This had happened to her a few other times, and each of those times the end reward had been the attainment of a profound emotional connection with David, rather than a physical release. Oddly enough, though, on each of those occasions she was left feeling as sated as she would’ve been if she’d had an intense orgasm.
After David came, she enjoyed the feel of his slight tremors afterwards. “I love it when you come hard,” she murmured, pressing slow, soft kisses on his face.
“And I hate it when you don’t,” he replied back, his disappointed words at odds with his utterly spent tone.
With effort, Paige mentally gathered herself, her euphoria slipping away a little bit. “David, even when I don’t come, I enjoy it. The feel of you moving in me, on me, and over me. Your skin sliding against mine. The way you smell.” With gentle fingers, she smoothed his hair back, tucking it behind his ears. “I’ve waited a lifetime to enjoy all that during sex, so pointing out when I don’t come, makes it seem like it was a fail, or that it wasn’t good for me, or you, okay? I always enjoy the intimacy, and that’s as important as anything. And sometimes … that’s what I need.”
“I’m begging you not to take this the wrong way, but—”
“Well, that almost guarantees I will.”
“Please don’t,” he insisted. “I just appreciate your new, healthy sexuality so much, that it’s possible for you to take pleasure in me and I can make you come until your legs shake. It’s all I’ve ever wanted … so when you don’t come, it does bother me. Because I want it all. Every time.”
“I can appreciate that, but you’re not going to get it every time, so you have to be okay with that and not think of it as a loss. Because it’s not a loss.” Then, deliberately shifting to a lighthearted gear, she pressed her forehead to his. “Now quit arguing with me. I don’t want you ruining the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.”
“What about the one where we ate crappy pizza and watched My Bloody Valentine?”
That had actually been their very first one together, right after they met, so it was permanently ensconced on a pedestal. “Okay, I don’t want you ruining the second best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.”
They shared a sweet look before she eased off of him as gracefully as she could, grimacing a little at the accompanying rush of fluid that seemed to go everywhere. Without a second thought, Paige leaned over and grabbed his shirt so she could clean herself up before wiping him down, as well, because she was nice like that.
“You need to quit using my shirts for that,” he complained.
Afterward, David was kind enough to make them fettuccine Alfredo, then share bites with her as she straddled him on a kitchen chair an hour later.
“So …” Paige began slowly. “What if I asked you to take boudoir photographs of me?”
He blinked at the unexpected question for a moment as he swallowed a bite of fettuccine. “Is that something you want?” he countered, knowing she suspected Carter might have taken pornographic pictures of her.
“Maybe. It might be good for me. You know, in a safe, controlled environment.”
“Why don’t you give it some more thought? Then if it’s something you really still want to do, I’d be willing to do a session with you. But you should know, my assistant, Kim, will be there.”
“She will?”
“Yes. She always is.”
Paige gave him a dirty look. “Well, why didn’t you tell me that earlier, when I was so upset about you taking pictures of naked women?”
“I didn’t realize it would make a difference.”
“Are you crazy? Of course it makes a difference.”
“So, it no longer bothers you that I take pictures of ‘naked women’—” he used air quotes just for her, “—because Kim’s there?”
“Well, it bothers me less.”
“Why?”
“Because having Kim there makes it different, that’s why. I can’t believe I have to explain this to you.”
“Well, you do, so please explain it to me.”
