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“I can’t explain why, but I do. I’m happy to wear a condom though, if you want to. It’s all your choice. I also need to know that you will tell me if I’m doing anything you don’t enjoy. I want to make this as good for you as I can. You can show me what you like, and I will learn what makes your body sing. We can cover fantasies and other things later, but do you prefer it a little rough, or gentler?”
A blush spreads across her cheeks as she turns her head back to meet my eye contact. There’s a fire burning in her eyes that is so fucking sexy, but I can tell she’s a little shy talking about this sort of stuff. I don’t usually discuss this sort of thing with a woman before we have sex, I usually just go with the flow. But Em’s had so many bad experiences, I don’t want this to be another story to add to her list. I want to know what she likes and what makes her body sing. I want to bring her pleasure and show up all the guys that came before me. I think maybe that’s why I want to do it bare, because nobody ever has. I get to be her first, and that idea makes my heart race a little faster.
“I can tell you what I like, as long as you do the same. I’ve never had a guy completely dominate and tell me what to do, throwing me around and being rough, but I’ve always liked that idea. I want to try it rough and see if I like it,” she admits, looking up at me through hooded eyes, which roll in her head when I flick my finger over her clit.
“I can show you rough. Just say mercy if you want me to slow down, and halt if you want me to stop. Do you understand? Repeat the words,” I instruct firmly.
She straightens, pulling her lip out from between her teeth as she tries to ignore the slow, lazy circles I’m drawing on her pussy so that she can respond. “Mercy to slow things down, and halt to stop it,” she repeats proudly. I lean down and press my lips against hers, a hard and fast kiss in praise for her doing as she was told.
“Good. So, condom or no condom? You decide,” I mutter, as I press harder against her clit, causing her to cry out loudly, and her legs begin to shake. She’s getting closer to the edge, but I’m not ready to see her fall apart just yet, so I pull my hand away, much to her annoyance. A loud groan fills the room, as she looks at me with wide pleading eyes. I hold my ground, waiting for her to answer. I meant what I said, this is all on her. If she chooses a condom, I will respect her wishes. But that doesn’t mean I’m not standing here, silently praying to whatever deity is listening, that she chooses the no condom option. Thoughts of sinking into her warm, wet cunt are overwhelming me.
“No condom,” she says, as she begins to slowly shimmy her jeans down her legs, removing them completely so that she’s just standing in a little pair of black lace boy shorts.
I can tell by the way she lowers her gaze, and her hands swing around like she’s not quite sure what to do with them, that she’s nervous being this naked in front of me. I need to get the sexy, confident Emmaleigh back. The one who was sliding off my lap, a mischievous glint in her eye as she prepared to swallow my cock. I need that Em back.
Reaching out, I place my hand on her hips, gripping them harder than she expects, causing her to raise her head until she meets my gaze. “I mean it when I say, you are without a doubt, one of the sexiest girls I’ve ever seen. Your curves are incredible. So, I need you to see what I see. I need you to get back that confidence you had a moment ago. I want you to remove my trousers, drop to your knees, and show me what a sexy fucking vixen you can be.”
CHAPTERSEVEN
EMMALEIGH
I’m standing there, almost completely naked with just my little lace shorts in place, and of course, I can’t help that little bit of self doubt that creeps in. I mean, I’m more than aware of all the little flaws he must be able to see at that moment, but he doesn’t care about them. He still calls me beautiful, and strangely, the more he calls me that, the more I believe him.
He tells me that I need to find the confidence I had a moment ago, and that I need to drop to my knees, and I can feel my legs trembling with the desperate need. Talking to Lee about the type of sex I like was a bit embarrassing, because the truth is, I’ve only ever had vanilla—and that’s been various shades of shit. So, I guess, I’ve never really given myself the opportunity to think about what I like. What gets me wet between my legs. But now, I have a feeling, Lee is going to be very interested in pushing my boundaries, seeing what I like and what I don’t. And I’m very, very here for that.
In a normal situation, I don’t think I’d appreciate a guy telling me what to do. But the minute we’re naked, and he’s looking at me with lust-filled eyes, I wanna submit to him. I want to do as he tells me, to hear his praise. So, when he tells me to drop to my knees, I waste no time doing as I’m told.
Knees on the floor, leaning back against my heels, I pull my arms behind my back, arching it and causing my tits to push forward. I look up at Lee through hooded eyes as he removes his jeans, and I’m mesmerised by the bulge in his black boxers. Don’t get me wrong, the rest of him is really something to look at too. He’s not the tallest guy, but you know what, his muscles make it barely noticeable. He’s ripped like a Greek God, and that is more than enough to look at. Then he goes and pitches a very large tent in his boxers, and I can feel myself salivating as my pussy pulses with need. I was already moments away from an orgasm when he was rubbing my pussy through my jeans, so now it’s throbbing with a deep need to be touched in some way. I can feel myself getting wetter just at the thought of what Lee could do to me.
I stay there silently, on my knees, waiting for my next instruction—like the good girl I am—and I love the way Lee smiles at me, praising me for not getting ahead of myself. I was tempted to just reach up and get started, but it’s like this primal part of me knew that would be the wrong thing to do. I’m supposed to do as I’m told, and wait for instructions. So as much as my hands are twitching with a need to reach up and touch him, I fight against that instinct.
Lee reaches down and cups my cheek, and I lean into the warmth of his palm, loving the way he strokes me gently. He’s also using his hand to direct my gaze, making sure I’m looking at him the whole time. He then crouches down and captures my lips with his. It’s a short and bruising kiss that’s over before it’s even begun, but it was so full of passion that when we pull apart, I’m panting, desperate to pull in the oxygen I just lost when I was consumed by him.
“Good girl. I know you said you’ve never done this before, so that would mean you’re a natural. Do you want to see my cock?” His praise makes my heart race, and I feel like a child getting told “well done” for the first time. I feel on top of the world, and I realise, it’s important for me to have his approval. I want him to be proud of me and to call me his good girl.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, at some point I would like to be a bad girl, just to see what he does, but mostly, I just want him to know I’m doing whatever I can to make him happy. I know it sounds crazy, and I feel a little insane, as I’ve never had any feelings like this before. Then again, I’ve never been in this situation with a guy before.
I did date one guy who said he wanted to try kinky stuff, but he was a massive fucking let down. The kinkiest he got was pushing me against a wall so he could kiss me against it. No sexy foreplay, or anything like this. In fact, he’s still one of my worst memories to date, and one of the guys who managed to chip away at another piece of my self esteem. We were actually half way through fucking—doggy-style, of course—and he stopped. He actually just stopped in the middle, without coming, and said that he wasn’t into it. That he wanted to be kinkier, but that I didn’t take the lead when I should have.
I had never felt shittier, and I couldn’t have got him out of my flat any quicker. I obsessed for weeks over it, thinking it was all my fault. That I couldn’t turn him on properly. But, I now know that it wasn’t me doing it wrong, it was him. If he wanted to have kinky sex, where things get a little rough and he dominates me, then it was on him to make that move. I think maybe he liked the idea of him being an alpha male who takes charge in the bedroom, but that’s not who he was. Some guys have it, others wish they have it. He was the latter, whereas Lee is the former. He just exudes dominance, which is ironic because in a non-sexual situation, he doesn’t come across as an alpha male. He’s a shy, tech geek, but when the curtains get drawn, a new Lee emerges, and I’m so fucking here for that.
Lee raises to a standing position again, and this time when I look up at him through hooded eyes, my lower lip between my teeth as the anticipation starts to feel overwhelming, the corner of his lip tips up into a cocky smirk. He knows the effect he’s having on my body, just by standing there while I’m on my knees, panting and waiting desperately for his touch.
“You can begin now.” His voice is deep and gravelly, so different from what I’m used to, but it’s clear he is just as affected by this as I am.
Without hesitation, I kneel up higher so my face is eye level with his bulging crotch, and I reach up to grip the elastic waistband of his black boxers. I allow my fingertips to trail gently over his abs as I do, loving the way his body shivers beneath my touch. He feels so warm, and I can feel my heart starting to race as I slowly lower the boxers down.
I pull them just a short way, and that’s all it takes for his cock to break free. For a moment, I just kneel there frozen, taking in his hard length. I’ve never really thought of a penis as beautiful before, but Lee’s is kind of perfect. It’s big without being massive—just big enough, I think. The silky skin stretched along the shaft looks so smooth and soft that I can’t wait to touch it, and the bulging vein running along the underside is just begging to be licked. The swollen head is red and angry looking, with beads of pre-cum pooling on the tip that I’m desperate to taste.
Reaching out with my hand, I grasp the base, trying to wrap my fingers around the shaft as best I can, struggling to get my fingers to touch. It’s girthier than I expected, but that’s not a bad thing. The skin feels just as soft as it looks, but the length is continuing to grow the harder he becomes. I feel like he has a bit more growing to do, so I squeeze the base, probably a little harder than intended. The deep, guttural moan that escapes from his lips is like music to my ears.
Thrusting his hips forward, he tries to get me to move the hand that’s currently circling the base of his shaft, but with a mischievous smile on my face, I look up at Lee to let him know that it’s my turn to be in charge, just a little. I want to watch him fall apart the way he did earlier with me. The moment he realises what I’m doing, he rolls his eyes at me before giving me a pointed stare that tells me I should start moving my hand unless I want to be punished. I mull that idea over for a few seconds, and I have to admit, the idea of being punished does sound a little appealing, but I think for now, I just want to feel whatever pleasure he can give me. We can experiment later.
That thought spurs me on, and I stick my tongue out to lick the tip. The beads of pre-cum that are collecting on the top are scooped up into my mouth, and the bursts of salty flavour that explode across my taste buds have me salivating. I want more.
After circling my tongue around the head a few times, I know I want more. So, whilst my hand stays tightly gripping the base, I lick along the shaft like it’s my favourite lollipop. I can feel the vein pulsating beneath my tongue, and the silky smooth skin means I can glide over his hard length with ease.
Once I’ve got the shaft completely covered with my saliva, I slowly start to move my hand up and down the shaft, licking the tip in between strokes. I watch on in amazement as his length grows impossibly harder, more pre-cum pooling on the tip just waiting for me to devour it.
