“You’re ready, you’re used to takin’ it from me vanilla, you trust me, you make the call. I tie you to the bed and hope like fuck you come hard for me.”
“You like it,” I said softly.
“Yeah, though never did it with someone who matters so doin’ it with you, wildest dreams.”
Wildest dreams.
My clit pulsed.
“Is this what you meant about playing?” I asked.
“Part of it.”
Just part?
“What’re the other parts?”
“There are a lot of other parts.”
Could you have an orgasm standing fully clothed six feet from your man?
I had a feeling I was about to find out.
“Give me a for instance,” I demanded.
“You like ropes, I bind you. Wrists to feet like you want, ass in the air for me to play with, eat you, fuck your cunt, take your hole, all of that and you won’t be able to move.”
I swallowed and locked my legs so I wouldn’t go down.
He read my reaction from six feet away. I knew it when he whispered, “You want that.”
I couldn’t agree verbally but I knew my expression gave it away for me.
“Ass play?” he pushed.
I swallowed again.
Grant and I had tried that too. It also hadn’t worked. Not because I didn’t like it, I did. A lot. But because he got so excited when he took me, he’d come on the second stroke. He’d been humiliated and never tried it again, never even brought it up. Because it mortified him, I didn’t either.
Deacon stared at me, the mask slipping, his eyes getting hotter, his face darkening, and finally he spoke.
“Fuck, can you get any better?”
God, that felt good.
“I don’t know,” I replied.
“I do,” he returned. “Face made up, hair like that, a bra I wanna see, every day it gets fuckin’ better.”
Feelings so beautiful swept through me, I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on their exquisiteness.
“Here,” Deacon ordered.
I opened my eyes. “I can’t. I’m still freaked about what playing means at the same time processing how magnificent you are.”
That was when the mask obliterated and raw suffused his face.
Not raw badness.