Page 16 of Below the Surface
“Tell me,” Piper demands, a hint of seduction in her voice. She slips a finger inside me.
“With you,” I reply, unable to form coherent thoughts as she continues to move inside me.
Piper’s thrusts become more forceful, causing me to lose myself in the blissful sensations. “Tell me,” she commands again, driving me to the edge of ecstasy.
“I want you to touch me,” I finally confess, my body trembling with anticipation.
“I am touching you.”
Piper’s touch is electrifying as she trails her tongue down my neck and over my chest, stopping at my nipples. I moan as she teases them with delicate flicks of her tongue, each one causing me to arch further into her embrace. She moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach until it finally reaches my core. Her tongue dances across my sensitive skin as her fingers continue to curl inside me. My fingers tangle in the waves of her hair. Thepleasure is overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “Piper. Please.”
“Please, what?”
Piper brings me to the brink repeatedly, driving me wild with desire.
“Please. Piper. Please.”
“Ask me, Cam.”
Piper reaches a hand to my breast and squeezes my nipple, and I come undone.
“Jesus! Please let me come, Piper. Please.”
She looks up at me, her eyes intense with desire. As her fingers delve deeper inside me, her tongue swirls and flicks tirelessly. My body responds like a dormant volcano suddenly awakened after centuries of stillness.
“Breathe, Cameron.” Piper holds me close. “We should get you someplace warmer.”
Warmer? I’m sure my temperature would overload a thermometer right now. “I’m warm.”
Piper laughs. “You’ll be warmer under the covers in my bed.”
I don’t want to let her go. “Can we stay here for a few more minutes?”
“Of course.”
“Piper?”
“Yes?”
“I feel,” I try to find the words to explain what I’m thinking, but I can’t find them. My mind returns to the checklist Piper gave me to fill out and how my body reacted. My breath stops and starts in fits, and I tense beside her.
Piper pulls back and looks at me. She doesn’t seem surprised by my thoughts or my inability to voice them. She sweeps some hair from my eyes and smiles. “I don’t know where this will lead us, Cam. I feel something for you—something I think could bethe beginning of a long-term relationship. You’re used to being in control all the time. It’s hard to let go of that control.”
I sigh.
“Talk to me.”
“It makes me feel inadequate.”
“Being submissive?”
“Yes.”
“It shouldn’t,” Piper says. She sits up and brings me with her. “My days are out of my control, Cam. I think that could be said about much of my life. It’s not easy for me to become aroused if I feel out of control. Many of my friends don’t understand. They think I amalwaysin control. My job demands I remain calm and focused, but I’m never in control of outcomes. Being dominant in the bedroom is a contrast to my life outside these walls. I haven’t had a lover in two years—for more reasons than I can count. There is vulnerability for me, too. I never want to hurt you—reveal you, guide you, arouse you, love you—but never hurt you.”
My brow furrows.
“That’s part of your fear, isn’t it?” Piper asks me.