Page 107 of At Her Pleasure

She closed her eyes, drew it in. What did Vera talk about, breathing through the chakras? Her chakras needed a sander, because her breath hung up on each one, pulling, tearing things loose that made it hard for her to complete the act. But she managed it.

“Just now.”

“How did it go?”

She decided not to answer that. Or ask him if he’d tried it, and how it had gone for him. Instead, she looked at her greenhouse, at her orchids behind the murky panes, and posed an easier question. Easier for her, at least.

“Can you guess how I want to be touched, Mick? Right now?”

His hands came around her, one cupping her throat, tipping her chin to his shoulder, while the other slid down her front, finding his way under the tank to press against flesh.

“I don’t need to guess with you, Mistress.”

He slid his palm lower, beneath the pajama bottoms to her mound, over her clit and labia, taking full possession of her pussy, with a massaging, demanding touch.

It wasn’t the too-fast groping of a teen looking for the only parts that interested him. It was the skilled touch of a man, reading her voice, her body, understanding who she was. He found her wetness, collected it on his fingers and pushed into her. His mouth came to her ear, breath on her neck. Cool mint. He’d brushed his teeth before he’d come to her. A considerate lover, even as his fingers and his grip on her throat said something far more demanding.

“Right now, this is how you want to be touched,” he said in that wolf-like rumble that teased the nerve endings at the base of her spine. “You want it fast, a hard push. You make your subs wait until they feel like they’re going to die, but when you’re ready, you’re damn well not going to wait.”

He pushed the bottoms down, circled her waist with one strong arm and lifted her out of them. He used the other hand against her thigh and mound to bring her hips back. Her hand landed on the glass as he drove into her wet heat. Fast enough for her to feel the stretch, but not so fast he hurt her. Not in the wrong way.

“Oh…”

“Fucking love to hear your moans, Mistress. Keep doing it.” He adjusted so his hand could cover her breast, fondle and squeeze, rocket more sensation through her. “I’ll push you as hard as you want.”

“Harder. Faster.”

He responded with that spine-tingling chuckle. “Anything you want, honey.” His lower hand had moved to their joining point, and he was playing with her clit, over the stretched labia. The climax clawed up from her center, out into her throat, taking her moan to a raw scream.

She arched back against him, her feet hooked over the back of his knees as he held her against the window frame, showing her just how strong and skilled he really was, how untamed he could be.

“Mistress…”

“Don’t ask. Just come with me.”

Those words could mean so many things. To both of them, but he took it literally, coming inside her. The window creaked alarmingly, and with a huff of breath between climax and rough laughter, he shifted them to the nearby cushioned chair, so she had her knees on the seat, her hands gripping the back as he groaned out his finish, working himself deep inside her.

When they slowed and caught their breath, he was holding her just as securely. Which was good, because her legs might buckle if she tried to use them. He slid out of her, but lifted her off her feet, carried her to the bed and laid her down on it.

It was an unusual occurrence for her, letting someone else hold her up. She was in control, but she was letting him…take care of her.

He wasn’t done pleasing her. He’d removed the condom he’d used—the same subtle act of consideration as the minty breath—and disposed of it. When he came back to bed, he dropped several more on the night table. Not presumption, but preparation.

“That was one way you like to be touched,” he said. “This is another.”

He dropped to one knee and put his hand next to her leg. “May I kiss your foot, Mistress?”

She nodded and closed her eyes as he did it, response rippling all the way up her leg. “And here?” He put his hand on her shin.

“Yes.”

Another lovely wave of sensation, through a body still vibrating from climax. He worked his way up, asking each time. He lingered in places that weren’t the obvious spots. Just over the knee, high on the thigh, her hip bone. Each became an erogenous zone because it was his mouth, his fingers, upon that expanse of skin.

By the time he reached her mouth, her whole body was…trembling. He paused, leaning over her. She saw all the wounds of the earlier part of the night in his eyes, no longer bleeding. It was hard to tell if they were healing or if they’d just delayed infection.

She’d take what they could get.

“Mistress, may I kiss your mouth? Drown there? Stay there forever?”