Page 60 of Under His Watch

She looked me up and down, interest clear in her eyes. “Well… You said you didn’t do things light and soft.”

“I think I’ve proven that I can, but I prefer not to. My life isn’t light and soft.”

She nodded, lowering her legs as I hovered over her. It was intoxicating, feeling like I was trapping her right in place where I wanted her to be. Under me. Submissive to me. Craving me.

“Eva mentioned that you used to go to clubs.”

That snitch.I nodded. I wasn’t ashamed of my past. It was what it was. I doubted I’d ever bring Tessa to one for the simple matter of not wanting anyone else to see her. She wasmine.

“And I thought maybe I could educate myself more and watch some…”

“Educational material?” I teased.

She pursed her lips, pouting. “Don’t make fun.”

“If I want you to learn something more advanced than vanilla sex,” I said as I gave her a slow once-over, “I’ll show you myself.”

She sighed, and just that breathy sound made my dick harder. Like she was struggling with her desire for me. Like she was battling intense feelings and unsure how to express it.

“I only wanted to impress you.”

I reached for her neck and gripped the back of it to haul her closer. After I kissed her quiet, getting the reward of her pliant and lax under my fingers, I gazed at her dark-blue gaze that never failed to captivate me.

“I am very impressed,” I promised. “But let me have a look at you again.”

She grinned, catching on quickly that I was in the mood to play. Leaning back on her hands, she shifted her stance on the bed until she tugged off the low-cut tank top. Then came her shorts. And that was it. She lay before me completely naked. No panties or bra, almost as though she was eagerly waiting for my arrival and not wanting too many layers preventing us from being naked together the moment I got home.

“Extremely impressive,” I commented as I lowered toward her. She fell back in sync with my dip down. Once she lay flat on the bed, I closed my mouth around her tit and sucked hard. Hard enough to turn her flesh red and her nipple pointed like a bead. “Absolutely gorgeous when I see my marks on you.”

She sighed, another one of those long, sexy-as-fuck, drawn-out moans of pleasure. This woman would be the death of me, and it bothered me that she thought she was lacking. That she wasn’t impressing me and wowing me already. No flaw could turn me off. I, however, had numerous red flags that should’ve sent her running. The fact that she hadn’t yet, and didn’t seem inspired to, made my heart sing.

Wait. What did she say?She hadn’t complained, but she’d worded it in such a way that gave me pause.

“What do you mean that I’m holding back on you?”

“Well, seeing some of the things in those videos…” She reached up to frame my face. Loving the feel of her soft hands on me—anywhere—I turned to kiss her palm, then her wrist. As I pushed her arm up, she followed suit with the other. She was a quick learner, already knowing that when I indicated for her to lift her arms, it meant she was supposed to keep her hands up and out of the way so I could dictate what would happen.

“What about them?”

“I, um…” She lost track of her words as I alternated between her breasts, kissing and sucking hard.

“What about them?” I prompted again after a more forceful tug on her wet nipple.

She hissed. “I… I wouldn’t mind trying some of those things.”

She needed to clarify. We’d experienced oral, both of us giving and receiving. She was open to bondage, but I had yet to scale up any harder with her.

“Which things?” All I knew for a fact was that she didn’t want anything anal, which was a shame, but we’d work on it eventually. “I hope you understand that I have been trying not to overwhelm you.”

She nodded as I stepped back and started to remove my shirt. Her gaze was locked on me, tracking the movement of my fingers as I undid the buttons one by one. “You were a virgin until recently,” I reminded her unnecessarily. Of course, she fucking knew that. But sometimes, I worried she was overzealous in wanting to shed that former identity and force herself to be this born-again sex goddess.

“I know. And I appreciate your trying to ease me into all this.”

I discarded my shirt. “And with what you had to endure just before we met, I’ve been trying my best not to push you too far.”

She smiled, soft and sweet as I started to remove my pants and boxers.

“The last thing I want to do is lose control in going for what I’m used to and overstimulate you. I want to go gradually and let you set the pace of what you want with me, of what you’re willing to try.”Or interested in.

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