Page 45 of Surrender

"What do I have to do?"

"Nothing... just..."

I scoot up in the bed and lean against the headboard. Face-to-face would be too much for her, it would give her mind too many things to focus on instead of the feel of her body. She'd feel like she'd have to perform, to put on a mask for me.

I pat the bed between my legs. "Come sit, facing away from me."

She does as directed, hesitating only a moment before leaning her weight back on me. My hard cock is obviously pressed against her lower back, but she does her best to ignore it.

"May I touch you?"

She nods.

"Words, Serenity. I need consent." Well apparently, I've grown a conscience now.

"Yes. Yes, you can touch me."

Her soft words, spoken into the night, her sweet consent, has me rolling my hips seeking friction.

I rest my hands on her bent knees and pause, letting her get used to my touch. Goosebumps erupt under my hands and crawl up her legs.

"Are you cold?" I whisper into the shell of her ear.

She shakes her head, 'no'. The scent of her freesia shampoo tickles my nose. She's been using this one for the past week and it suits her perfectly. Delicate, feminine, but when the scent warms with her skin it becomes angelic.

I'm tempted to scold her for her lack of words, but my tongue is too big for my mouth.

"Can I trust you to stop me if you get uncomfortable?" I ask, pressing a small kiss to her neck, just under her ear.

She nods, but when I don't move again, she follows it up with a breathy "Yes".

I slowly trail my hands up her thighs, skimming my fingers just over the edges of her panties. She sucks in a gasp and squeezes her legs shut.

"You know about the stoplight system?"

I know she's been doing her research on BDSM and kink clubs, so I'm not surprised when she nods her head.

"Color?"

She takes a deep breath before letting her legs fall open again. "Green, sir."

Fuck. It's the 'sir' that makes me harder than granite.

I pump my hips against her ass again and it elicits a breathy moan.

But this isn't about me. This is about her. So, I continue to trail my hands up the sides of her belly to her ribs. She doesn't wear a bra to bed, so I have easy access to her breasts.

"Color?"

"Green, sir."

I trace my fingers just under her breasts, where her bra would rest. Once, twice, three times until she's squirming underneath me.

"What do you need, Serenity?"

"More, sir. Please," Fuck, this woman is my kryptonite.

"Do you want to come, Ser? Do you want to come for the first time in your life on my hand?" My voice is a low growl of barely restrained need.

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