Page 150 of Whirlwind

He lowered her arms to her sides then rubbed each place where the ropes had been. There seemed to be a technique to whatever he was doing, but all Charlie cared about was the way that he was looking at her. It was some mingling of joy and pride and arousal. And all because she’d laid on her back with some string wrapped around her.

She realized, then, that it wasn’t just laying on her back. It certainly hadn’t felt that way while she was doing it. She’d been letting him take care of her, but it wasn’t passive and removed.

It was active. Something that they were doing together. Something that was intimate and special between them.

Something for Carla to be proud of.

When he was satisfied with her arms, Carla unfolded more of the quilt and slipped under it beside her. He pulled her arm out a bit and settled himself into her shoulder.

It reminded her that he was shorter and smaller. He fit perfectly against her like this, but it was such a difference from how he’d taken command of the scene just a moment ago.

She wondered if he found it odd, too, but knew that he wouldn’t. That was just her antiquated thinking about size and gender and everything else.

She wrapped her arm around him, and he ran one hand over her belly, then snuck one hand under her shirt, just above her hip.

“How was that?”

“Um, nice.”

“Charlie, that was sexy as fuck. Don’t even try to lie to me. Nice.” Carla snorted, though he sounded amused rather than offended.

“Yeah, it was.” Finding the words was too hard, but Carla seemed to understand. “Was it good for you?”

Carla kissed her shoulder. “Perfect.” He traced little patterns with his thumb, making little circles along her side. It was sweet, but also arousing.

“You didn’t get to come.” With everyone else she’d ever slept with, that had been the moment that did it for her. Knowing that she’d made the other person feel good. She still wanted that with Carla.

“That’s not important,” Carla murmured. “I enjoyed myself.”

Charlie tried not to let her disappointment show. Was that it? To her surprise, she still wanted more for herself. She wasn’t sure quite what she wanted, but she was still feeling horny and needy. Not at all ready to just relax and cuddle, though she’d take it if it was all she could get.

She turned on her side and initiated a kiss, hoping that was alright. She still wasn’t sure how all of that Dom stuff worked.

Carla kissed her back lazily, running gentle fingers through her hair. That was good. That was amazing.

She moaned and pushed against him. This was what she needed. More of this.

He hooked one leg over her thigh and pulled her in close. Their cocks rubbed together, thick and hard between them. Each movement sent a pulse of pleasure through her, some combination of feeling that masculine length and the echoes transmitted to the base where it rubbed against her.

Carla’s breaths were getting heavy too. He pulled back, looking into her eyes. “You want more, baby? Still hungry for me?”

She nodded.

“Good. Because I can’t get enough of you.”