Page 17 of Hushed

She gave him an eager nod and sank deeper into the pillows beneath her.

“Anyone ever told you how perfect you are?”

Kenzie shook her head. “Pretty sure no one has ever lied to me that badly.” Where the hell had that come from? Negative self-talk wasn’t her usual style. At least not about her body.

Gage scowled. “That’s enough of that, little imp. You’re fucking exquisite from head to toe.”

“Thank you,” she murmured as he ran his hand over the swell of her hip.

“Never realized I was into jewelry before, but I’m definitely a fan.” He bent to pull one nipple into his mouth, twisting the jewelry on the other one as he did.

The music in her ears seemed to escalate her arousal, and she wasn’t sure why it had never occurred to her to do this before.

Then again, most partners might find it weird for her to wear headphones during sexy times.

And playing it on a speaker in the room wouldn’t be the same. This way, the music was like a hug that was keeping her grounded in the moment.

He pulled away from her nipple and stared at his handy work before he bent and kissed from her stomach to her pussy and back up again.

He repeated that motion several times before he finally sucked her clit into his mouth, and she jerked against him.

The orgasm seemed like it was just out of reach, and she wanted to howl in frustration when she couldn’t quite let go. But it seemed closer than it ever had with a man. So that had to be a sign of improvement, right?

He sat up and tapped her shoulder, so she pulled the headphones away from her ear.

“You’re overthinking it, babe. Don’t focus on an orgasm. Focus on pleasant sensations, whatever that looks like. Orgasms aren’t the only way to get pleasure.”

She put her hands over her face. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey.” He pulled her hands away and put his forehead to hers. “Nothing to be sorry for. We’re experimenting, remember? There’s no right or wrong way to do this. And there’s no failure if we don’t get there right away. We’re going to have a fun time trying things out. Right now, I want to try one more thing that might seem… intense for you.”

Her pussy clenched, and curiosity filled her as she raised an eyebrow at him. “I like intense.”

“Ever had your clit spanked?”

That is not what she expected him to say. Slowly, she shook her head. “Can’t say I have. Is that a thing?”

He chuckled. “Sure as hell is. I’ll be right back.”

Curious, she sat up and watched him go to a small duffel bag he’d brought in with him, where he pulled out a small leather rectangle about six inches long and barely an inch wide.

“What is that?”

“It’s a mini leather paddle. Perfect size for a naughty little clit like yours.”

Her entire pussy clenched at his description. “My clit is naughty?”

He nodded somberly.

“Oh, most definitely. I mean, look at it. Teasing me and making me hard. Very naughty indeed. And naughty behavior deserves punishment, yes?”

This was not where she expected him to go. And she wanted to ask if he made a habit of bringing clit paddles on spur of the moment train rides, but resisted because it gave her a thrill and she had to follow his lead and see where he took it. “I suppose so.”

“Hmm. You should spread those perfect legs so I can punish your naughty clit.”

“Agh. Stop saying that!”

He chuckled. “What?”

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