“So” his thumb slid under her welling eyes and swept the tears away in a tender show of affection, “what do you want me to do?”
For the first time since she had known him, she relaxed completely, and told him the whole truth.
“I want you to choose again,” she said, and smiled through her tears.
(from “The-Way-She-Kneels/”. This is the first sequel.)
He inhaled deeply. Everything male surged in him, raising his core temperature, as though she had touched him intimately. Her hands still circled his hips, and her mouth was still close enough to do bad things to him, if he wanted. And he wanted…so desperately it shocked him. But now that he had begun this seductive give and take, he wanted to ease her into things she would not normally do for him, like sucking him off. He wanted her to keep wanting to please him because it pleased her. If this was how their relationship would play out, he was willing to go the distance. She was worth it to him. She was worth everything to him.
He watched her waiting, a last tear sliding down her cheek, her lips trembling slightly. He knew she was afraid he would hurt her, either by word or deed. He was determined to show her how wrong she was, because he knew he would never enjoy anything at all with her if he frightened her away.
“Stand up,” he told her quietly, reining in his emotions. He waited till she stood before him, and then he said, standing up himself, “Undress me. Start at my feet.”
She knelt again, and he smiled. She seemed to have missed the irony of her position, but he knew she would figure it out eventually. So when she looked up, he wasn’t surprised to hear her say, her voice sharp,
“Don’t think I’ve missed what you’ve done here!”
He chuckled, and she stared at him for a moment before letting a small smile quirk her lips.
“I’ll let you get away with it…this time. Just don’t think you can sneak anything by me.”
She removed his shoes and socks, and then, after smoothing her fingers over his arches, and without rising from her knees, she began to undo his belt buckle. Her touch was gentle, but he found he had to lock his knees to hide his intense reaction to it. He was willing to give and take, but he wasn’t yet ready to share the depth of his feelings or the impact she had on him. She opened the belt, and unbuttoned his fly.
The air around them snapped with sexual energy as she pulled his zipper down and exposed the black boxers he wore. She paused, and he watched her stare at the thick evidence of his arousal tenting the front of his underwear. He jerked it, startling her, and she licked her lips. He stifled the groan that rose in his throat at the sight of her tongue. She pulled the pants down his legs, and tapping on his feet, instructed him to lift up so she could remove them.
When she returned to his boxers, still on her knees, he waited to see what she would do. She rubbed her palms on her thighs, as though they were damp, and as she reached for the sides of the garment, his cock swelled, as he imagined her tongue licking the head, sucking his length into her mouth. As if she knew what he was thinking, she licked her lips again, and the head peeped over the waistband, presenting her with the core of his need.
She swallowed so loudly he heard it, and a surge of triumph swept through him. He tightened his leg muscles, wondering wryly how he was going to manage when she actually touched him, if he was so undone by her looks alone. She drew the garment slowly down his legs, her fingers touching him with featherlight arousal, and he wondered when she had wrested control from him. He shivered as she pulled it down his legs, and when she tapped his feet, he stepped out of them, too, and prayed he could continue to withstand her breath on his bare skin.
When she stood up, he inhaled deeply, relieved that he could still stand on his own. She reached for the buttons on his shirt, and when she leaned in to draw it off his shoulders, her lips brushed his skin. They both gasped. She went to pull away, but he stopped her.
“Don’t move,” he ordered her. “Finish what you’re doing.”
She obeyed him wordlessly, and when the shirt was on the floor, he finally touched her, holding her face in his hands, kissing her chastely on the forehead, when he really wanted to ravage her mouth.
“How was that?” he wondered. “Did you like it? Did it turn you on?” When she hesitated, he pushed a command into his voice. “Answer me! And don’t lie.”
“It was fine,” she whispered, her eyes lowered.
“I didn’t hear you,” he said, though he had heard every word. He wanted her to let go completely, to be honest with herself, and with him.
She cleared her throat and raised her voice. “It was fine.” She kept her eyes on his chin.
“That’s not all I asked,” he said. “Answer the rest, too.”
She looked up at him then, and tried to move her head, but he held her face immobile in his hands. Surprisingly, she didn’t glare at him, as he expected.
“No. Look at me and tell me how it made you feel to undress me.”
She was clearly struggling with this command, but finally she looked him in the eyes and said, “It turned me on.” Her cheeks were pink with embarrassed shyness, but she held his gaze. He could almost hear her thinking that she wasn’t a coward, that she could answer any question he asked.
He let her face go, and took her hand in his. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Without waiting for an answer, he placed it on his twitching cock. “I’m going to undress you now,” he informed her, tightening his muscles. “And you’re going to make it worth my while. Stroke me. And don’t stop, no matter what I do, no matter what happens. Are we clear?”
“Yes.” Her whisper this time was hoarse with her arousal.
“Kick your shoes off,” he said, and she did, managing not to let go of his straining erection. Her hands were silken and deadly, winding him up to fever pitch. He reached behind her and pulled the zipper down on her dress, pushing himself further into her hands. They both groaned at the increased contact. He pushed it off her shoulders, and told her to step out of it when it fell to the floor. Kicking it aside, he tackled her bra next, glad it had a back closure so he could keep her body next to his. He fought not to rip it from her flesh, but in no time, it had joined her dress on the floor. He made sure she never stopped stroking his dick, instructing her to switch hands when he pulled it off.
“Push your panties down to your knees,” he ordered her, and when she did, he used his feet to push them to her ankles. “Step out and kick them behind you,” he said, and when she did, their bodies collided. He hissed, and reached in, sliding his middle finger between her swollen lips, down and back up, stroking her clitoris on the way up, and she whimpered. He could smell her arousal as he withdrew his finger, and a drop of precum pearled on the tip of his cock. He inhaled deeply, and leaned in to whisper in her ear, his hands on her hips,
And then he kissed her hungrily, unwilling to wait till she chose their next move. Whatever she decided she wanted to do next, he would do. Somehow, he knew she would make the right choice. Just like she had before.
“Your turn,” he told her, and smiled.