Page 55 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of watching her shiver when he said that. She was still again so he resumed his slow stroking. But now he added her sides to the mix, dragging his fingers over the shimmery material and clawing down her ribs. Whatever that felt like to her, it nearly doubled the reaction that she’d had to just stroking her cock.

She was straining now, fighting with all of her muscles to stay still. Her mouth was open and gasping and her fingers were practically locked into the cushions behind her. Broken sounds fell from her throat without any semblance of speech that he could detect.

He sped up just a bit, dug in his fingers a little deeper on her sides. God, she was trying so hard.

He moved a little faster, scratched a little harder. She was just watching him now, desperate and pleading.

He lifted one hand from her side for just a moment. I wonder if I should let you come tonight.

A full shudder wracked her body. Yes, they were definitely going to play with this again. He just fucking hoped that he’d get the chance.

Beg me for it.

Her hand came up to her chest so quickly it almost hit him. Please, please, please, she begged in an endless circle.

He pretended to ponder it, signing while he kept his other hand moving slowly up and down her dick. You’ve been very good this evening. You helped make a delicious dinner. You started the laundry. And you did all of your work and cleaned up when it was time.

God only knew why he found it so arousing to recite that list. All he knew was that she was getting off on it, too.

So, I’m going to let you come this time. He gave another stroke down her side, then offered magnanimously, In fact, you can come whenever you want.

Her face was anguished. I need more!

He gave a little shrug, amused and so fucking turned on when she snarled at him and then went back to grabbing the cushions, almost defiantly. Like she could force him to speed up with the sheer power of her frustration.

Dustin knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer. Making Lena wait was teasing him as much as it was teasing her.

You want more? he finally asked.

She nodded, eyes blazing. Passionate and angry, challenging him although her fingers were knotted into the cushions above her head, pulling her own hair.

He couldn’t hold off any longer. She was just too beautiful. Too defiant and vulnerable and submissive all at once.

He clawed two fingers into that spot just above her ribs and pinched the sensitive area just under the head of her cock, digging in with his nails. He knew it would hurt her, and it was absolutely gorgeous.

She screamed, loud and helpless and broken. And then she was coming, bucking and thrashing around, trying to avoid his painful pinch even while she was shaking in the ecstasy of it.

She was a vision when she gave herself up like that. Innocent and ruined. Free in herself and owned by him.

Dustin felt dizzy with the power and rightness of the moment. He was still hard but watching her come was almost like coming himself.

He slowly eased the pressure, petted her gently a few times, and then snuggled her up against his chest. She turned into his neck and he let her nuzzle there.

Her shoulders started to shake, and he realized that she was crying. He could feel her sobs as much as hear them.

It felt… not just beautiful but transcendent. He wanted her like this so badly that it hurt, but he needed to be sure that she was alright. The dark fears from his past still gripped him, and he started to worry.

If she was crying because he’d done something wrong, he’d be devastated.

He pulled her back so he could see her face and he let her see his concern. She gave him a helpless, longing look, like she just trusted him to fix everything. Like she was grateful for this. She clung to his shirt and tilted her face toward him.

God was she perfect. He devoured her mouth, tasting her sobs with every breath. Tears leaked down her cheeks and he kissed and licked them away, nourishing himself with the salt on her skin.

Then he pulled her back into his shoulder and let her cry, her damp breath and dripping tears making his shirt soggy.

He kissed her forehead and her hair, rubbing his hands soothingly down her body.

The feelings that shot through him were like nothing he’d felt before. She was so helpless and open and completely trusting in him to take care of her. It was intoxicating.