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I knew she was getting close again when her skin began to take on that pink hue that spread from the tips of her breasts, up her neck to her face. Continuing the movement with my hand, I pressed the flat of my tongue against her cleft and made short hard motions. Her hands fisted the sheets, nearly pulling one side loose from the mattress as she arched her back and screamed her release. I was finding that Brianna was a very vocal lover, and I liked it.

Brianna

I did it. He had his fingers inside me, and I hadn’t frozen. My jaw was beginning to hurt from the smile that was stretching my lips. When I looked down between my legs, he was smiling, too.

It hadn’t been bad at all. There’d been no pain, just as he’d promised there wouldn’t be, and there had been this feeling of fullness. Knowing it was him helped, too. I loved when he touched my skin, but this was more. He was literally touching me from the inside. I wanted more. At least, I wanted to try.

“Sir?”

“Yes?” he asked with a huge grin on his face.

“Will you...” I knew he had said to look at him, but I couldn’t look and ask at the same time. I couldn’t. “Will you have sex with me?” The words spilled forth from my mouth so fast I had no idea if he caught them. They were hard for me to understand, and I’d been the one speaking them.

The smile fell from his face, and I felt my anxiety rising. Something was wrong. What was wrong?

His hands pressed down on the mattress on either side of me as he crawled up my body. I had no idea how to read the look on his face. He didn’t appear to be mad, but why wasn’t he smiling anymore? I loved it when he smiled.

When his face was level with mine, he took my face in his hands, looking at me intently. I swallowed, trying to remember to breath and not to panic. There was a scent coming from his right hand that I remembered from before. It was the smell of sex. Memories started to swirl in my mind, but I forced myself to concentrate on him instead, and kept repeating his name in my head over and over again. Nothing could chase the bad away like Stephan could.

“Do you mean it? You’re ready?”

He’d heard me. “Yes,” I nodded, feeling his fingers digging into my scalp as I moved. I was as ready as I was ever going to be.

“Say it again, and look at me when you do.”

I didn’t know if I could, but I would try for him. I would try anything for him.

My gaze locked on his, and I took a deep breath. “Will you...” I had to take another breath before continuing. This was so hard to do. I knew what I was asking him. “Have sex...” Another breath. “With me?”

A hint of his smile came back, but it quickly disappeared. He leaned in to place a chaste kiss on my lips before finding my gaze again. “I want you to say it one more time, and I want you to say my name.”

I had to say it again? And say his name?

It was then I realized that I’d only once called him by his name, and that was when he’d forced it out of me over the phone. But I had never called him by name to his face. I knew he was Stephan, but calling him that didn’t feel right.

I must have been taking too long because he said, “Are you sure this is what you want? It shouldn’t be so difficult to say again if it truly is what you desire.”

At that point, I knew he was right. I needed to say it, and if he wanted me to say his name, too, I could do that. I would do that. Pressing my lips together to gather courage, I attempted saying it in my mind. Will you have sex with me, Stephan? After repeating the phrase in my head several more times, I felt I was as ready as I was ever going to be. “Will you have... sex... with me... Stephan?”

The smile was back, and I breathed a sigh of relief. His hand cupped the back of my neck and tilted my head as he gazed down into my eyes. “I would love to have sex with you, Brianna Reeves. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to make love to you.” I smiled, knowing I’d made him happy. “There are a few things we need to talk about first, though.”

My smile fell. What things?

“First, you are to have your eyes open and on me at all times. I don’t want you panicking because you’ve gotten lost inside your head. Two, if at any time you need to stop, I want you to tell me. If I do something that feels wrong, I need you to tell me that as well. You have your numbers. You always have your numbers. Use them. And if I ask you what number you’re at, I need you to respond immediately.”

He gave me a pointed look, and I knew he wanted an answer. “Yes, Sir.”

“And last,” he said, brushing my hair out of the way and running his nose along my temple down to my ear, “I want you to relax and enjoy yourself. Sex is supposed to be fun and enjoyable.”

I took a deep breath and released it as I held onto his arms, trying to do as he said and relax. This was Stephan. I was okay.

His mouth sought mine in a kiss that was both harsh and gentle at the same time. He plunged his tongue inside my mouth, tracing the outline of my teeth, while his lips were firm and demanding. The contrast between the two had me concentrating on what he was doing with his mouth and nothing else.

When he pulled back, we were both breathing heavily. He placed a hard kiss on my forehead before lying back on the bed beside me. “I want you to undress me, Brianna.”

After undressing him for our nightly showers many times, this I knew I could do. Sitting up quickly, I knelt before him and began working on the buttons of his shirt. I always started at the top and worked my way down for some reason.

One by one, the buttons slipped from their hold around the fabric of his now-wrinkled dress shirt, revealing his chest underneath. It was a slow progression, partly because I was staring a little too long at the skin that was being uncovered. He didn’t seem to mind. Every time I glanced up at him, he was watching my hands with an intensity I didn’t understand.