Page 40 of Now & Forever
“Well?” James asked. “You coming in here or not?”
“If I don’t come in, what will you do?”
“Go right back to what I was doing before you interrupted me.”
“Interrupted?You sure that’s the word you want to use?”
“Oh, absolutely. I was edgin’, Gwen. Had this great image of you in those stockings and that sheer bunny mask with your ass up in the air and your pretty pink pussy begging for it.”
Gwen’s eyebrows may have gone up in amusement, but heat settled in her groin.Damn him for putting into words what I was already thinking.They had never been shy about sharing their sexual fantasies or being open with their predominant kinks. That was one of the biggest reasons Gwen readily got into a relationship with James after they started dating. He was easy to talk to. They didn’t always have much in common, but the communication lines were open, and James was one of the greatest listeners Gwen had ever met.
The fact he was so hot that she drooled every time he walked by in one of his tailored suits or – worse – sauntered in baggy sweatpants and not much else helped. Until a year ago, their sex life had been as vibrant as ever. Loving each other was akin to making that love over and over.
She wanted to make love now. She just didn’t know what kind of message that would send – to him, or to her own subconscious.
“What would happen if I joined you in this steamy shower?”
James bit his lip in anticipation. “I’ve got a lot of shit I want to tell you to do.”
“Oh! So it’s like that?” How typical. James would take his first opportunity to dominate her. He might as well have given her an ultimatum: let him tell her what to do, or walk away.
Wait… was it an ultimatum? If Gwen told him to try again some other day… would there be another day?
He was open. Raw. Inviting her back into his world with no questions asked. All she had to do was wrap her arms around him and feel that wave of erotic love all over again.
Remember how exhilarating it was the first time you two fooled around?Did she mean at the bar, or back at his place on their first real date? James had taken her to the planetarium and shared his reverent awe for astronomy. Photos of planets, interactive constellation creators, and even the cosmos-themed café, where they ate buttery popcorn and went over Gwen’s history as a bartender, had been full of laughs and the incredulous disbelief that they might be a normal couple one day.
We had sex all night long.Once James got wind that Gwen liked it a little rough, he went for it. Even threw in some brusque commands and suggested she one day give him her total submission. It had been tempting, of course. This was a man with a million dollars at his disposal and the wherewithal to know when he was too foolish to bear. But Gwen wasn’t the type to simply hand her boyfriend the keys to her most well-kept secrets, the ones she stored in the depths of her heart. She had said,“I’ll give you mine if you give me yours.”Most men would have balked. James? He had said,“I’ve been waiting all my life for a woman to say that.”
Gwen didn’t wield the whip as often as her partner did, but she didn’t want to. She simply wanted the security in knowing that shecould.While most of their friends knew that they switched in the bedroom, none of them knew to what extent feisty Gwen could take her infatuated lover. Yeah, it had been months – maybe two years – since they went that far.
She placed her hand on his warm cheek and said, “I’ve got a lot of shit I wanna tell you to do, too.”
James grinned. “Wait your turn, honey.”
“You get to go first?” Her fingers slowly descended his chest, following the happy trail and ending up dangerously close to his erection. Not once did James flinch. He was that in control of his physical responses, although God only knew what went on in his head.More visions of me in torn stockings, begging him to fuck me.To be fair, that had actually happened. Although James forgot the handcuffs keeping her fists close to her heart. “That’s not fair.”
“It’s fair if I say it is.”
The bite in his voice was either desire or frustration. Didn’t those often go together, though? “You think you get to stand here in the shower and jack off without me around?That’snot fair.”
“Didn’t think you cared to visit.”
Gwen pushed him back into the shower. The hot water spray hit her, instantly turning her skin pink and flattening her white T-shirt against her breasts. She was lucky she was barefoot when she stepped into the shower.
“Ialwayscare to visit.”
The shower door shut behind her. Gwen didn’t give a shit that she still wore her shirt and shorts. All the better for her partner to see what she had beneath them while the water continued to dampen her hair and drip down her muscular calves.
James kissed her. Gwen threw herself into the moment, scrambling for a hold on his shoulders and insisting that he not redirect the hard cock digging into her abdomen. There was plenty of time to move. They could start by hitting the back wall and feeling each other up.
“Damn,” James growled, hands clutching her ass through her soaking wet cotton shorts.Not the only thing wet by now.“I forgot how needy you could get after it’s been a while.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Nuh-uh.” James held her arms close to her torso. The raw power surging through his muscles made Gwen melt beneath the heat of the showerhead. “My turn first, remember? If you want it, you have to work for it.”
Bastard.Gwen hated it – as in, she loved it – when he turned into a bossy bastard full of bravado and machismo. It was perfect in the right situations. Like this one.Go ahead and make me remember what makes this worth it.
