Page 23 of Coping Skills

He arched a brow. “It’s more fun if you do what you’re told.”

“Okay.”

Moving down her body, he positioned her legs how he wanted, parted wide, with her knees bent and her heels close to her ass so she was as open as she could comfortably keep herself without help. “Don’t move.” And then he began running his hands up and down her inner thighs, just firm enough not to tickle. She shivered, trying hard to hold position and not push her hips up into his hands.

She kept her eyes on him. He mostly watched his hands, but would look up to see his effect on her from time to time, his smile growing along with her impatience. She didn’t know if he realized how close she was to breaking, but just as she was about to move or beg or both, he let his hand drift down, brushing over her mons and outer labia.

She moaned in response, that lightest of touches enough to send her arousal skyrocketing. He smiled widely at her reaction and did it again. Both hands ran down her thighs, pressing them further apart, massaging the juncture of hip and thigh, then parting her, holding her open and looking his fill.

This time she couldn’t help herself, and she pushed up against his restraining hands. She couldn’t move much because he held her in place, but he looked at her, his warm chuckle vibrating out of him. “Patience, Elena. You know it’s better if you wait.”

“God. I’ve waited long enough. Please.”

He chuckled again. His fingers slid through her wetness, circling up and down and around her clit, not quite touching it. This time she growled, but that didn’t phase him at all. He kept up his leisurely pace.

Finally—Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, finally—he slipped a finger inside her, slowly fucking her with it, and brought his mouth to her clit. His tongue brushed over it gently, just a quick flick. Then again. Then for longer. Two fingers were inside her now, and his tongue circled around and over her clit. Over and over and over. She couldn’t help herself, she bucked against his tongue, seeking even more stimulation.

Instead of stopping and reprimanding her like he sometimes did, he gave her what she wanted, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking, his tongue scrubbing over it while his fingers worked in and out of her. He only had to keep it up for a few seconds before her orgasm came screaming through her, her thighs clamping around him, her muscles convulsing, pulling her upper body off the bed, her hands coming down to his head, first to hold him in place, then to try to push him away as the sensations grew more intense. But he didn’t let up, instead wrapping his arms around her thighs, holding her in place while he continued to lick at her, sending spasm after spasm through her body until she was completely wrung out.

Daniel stood up, wiping his mouth with one hand while reaching for the condom. His eyes never left hers while he rolled it on and knelt between her still-spread thighs, dragging the head of his cock across her oversensitive tissues. She shuddered, trying to close her legs, but only succeeding in trapping him more firmly against her. He gave her that sexy grin again as he lined himself up and slid inside an inch, leaning over her and kissing her, her taste still fresh on his lips and tongue, sliding inside a little more. With one more slow thrust, he slid home, holding himself still until she moved her hips against him.

At her movement, a low rumble emanated from his chest, and he rocked against her, the motion slow and smooth. “God, you feel so good wrapped around me.”

He thrust again, and she arched under him, running her hands up his arms and over his back, down to grip his firm ass. She half waited for an objection, or his hands grabbing hers and pressing them above her again, but apparently his earlier no-touching rule had expired. Or he was too lost to sensation to care anymore.

That was the last coherent thought in her brain as he picked up the pace, one hand grabbing her ass, lifting her so he could hit her deeper. She gasped, hitching her leg around his hip, giving both of them better leverage at the new angle. Moving faster, he swiveled his hips with each stroke, a wordless demand for her body’s response.

And her body gave him what he wanted, heat pooling low in her belly again, her muscles tightening as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. Sitting back on his heels, he dragged her lower body into his lap, controlling their movements and the angle, one hand still gripping her ass, the other settling over her mound, his thumb dipping between them, pressing and rubbing over her clit.

“Come on, Elena. I need to feel you coming around me again.”

His words sent her higher, and he thrust hard, pounding into her, not letting up for a second until she let out a strangled cry and burst under his hands. His thumb left her clit and he gripped her hips with both hands, picking up the pace even more, her body clenching around him until he held her hard against him, his whole body contracting and shuddering as he came.

After he recovered enough to move, Daniel dealt with the condom and got back into his bed, pulling the covers out from under Elena so they could both get in. She didn’t always stay for post-sex cuddling, but tonight she did. She wanted to talk and suss out where he stood on the subject of them. After a mind-blowing round like they’d just had, she figured she had a better chance of getting him to see things her way if they weren’t already on the same page.

He lounged with his head propped on his doubled over pillow, one hand behind his head, and his other wrapped around her. She lay on her side against him, her head on his shoulder. Running her fingers up and down his chest, she tried to find a way to bring up the subject casually, without making it seem weird.

“What are you thinking about?”

She glanced up at him sharply, her hand stilling. “What do you mean?”

He grinned, his teeth standing out in the dim evening light filtering through his window. “Your brow is all furrowed, and you’re fidgety. Normally after sex you’re relaxed or on your way home. What’s bothering you?”

Resuming her tracing of his pecs and abs, she watched the path her hand made, finding it easier to talk if she didn’t look directly at his face. “Um, well, I was just wondering if you’re okay with this.”

“This? Meaning …?”

She shrugged her shoulder. “Us. You know, our relationship being limited to just this.” Waiting for him to answer felt like waiting for the jury to read its verdict, and you weren’t sure if they’d find you innocent or guilty. When he didn’t say anything, she lifted her face to look at him.

His smile was gone, his face serious, his eyes searching hers. “Is it really just this? Just sex?”

She swallowed. “Well, yeah. I mean—“

“Because you said you’d come to my game this weekend. And to the party with me after. Didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but that’s because it seems important to you. It doesn’t mean—“

“Doesn’t it?”

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