Page 96 of Objection
“Yes,” I giggled, “you tell me every time we have sex.”
“No, not like that,” he protested, pulling back to look at me. “Yes, you are an incredible submissive and your body is more than I could ever hope for, but that isn’t what I mean.”
“Tell me what you mean, then.” I encouraged, cupping his face in my hands.
“I mean that your courage is undeniable. Your persistence and your fortitude put me to absolute shame. The way you love the people around you and care for them uniquely in the way they need. Posey, it’s awe inspiring.”
“Do you know just how incredibleyouare?” I countered, searching his eyes with my own. “You never hesitate to do the right thing for people, even if you may come off a little coarse and uptight.”
“Hey, now,” he laughed. I don’t think I had ever heard him laugh this much, and I never wanted it to stop.
“You are reliable and sure, but you are also full of laughter and light. You just haven’t let that part of you out in so long. I think you had forgotten it was there. You love so completely and care for others with all that you have,” I explained, pressing soft kisses against his lips as I spoke.
“It’s not that I forgot, Posey. I just didn’t think I deserved it. So, I pushed it down, hid it far away, hoping I would forget,” he corrected.
“I love you, Soren,” I whispered, making sure his eyes were locked on mine as I spoke the words. I didn’t expect him to say it back. Not at all. He had been through so much and today was literally day one of him unpacking his trauma. So, when he uttered the words back, holding me close, I was shocked. It was not an easy thing for him to say. His hesitation made that abundantly clear. But I didn’t take that to mean that he didn’t feel it. Saying those words aloud was an incredibly brave and scary move for him right now, and I knew it.
“Just, be gentle with me, Posey, okay? This is new for me, and I know that I’m going to make a million mistakes. Go slowly with me,” he all but begged.
“Soren, we are both human and we will both make mistakes. We will go through this together, as equals. At least when we aren’t in the playroom,” I winked saucily.
His kisses rained down over my body making me want to kiss him, touch him. My eyes popped open as the thought took hold. Why shouldn’t I? During our scenes he called all of the shots. There had been countless times that I had wanted to touch him, kiss him, show him half of the adoration he showed me, but it wasn’t part of the scene.
But we were not in a scene now.
I flipped him over onto his back, taking in his wide, shocked eyes before kissing over his body. I kneeled over him, taking in his nude form, taking my time.
“See something you like?” he teased, smirking up at me.
“As a matter of fact, I do, and I’m going to enjoy it,” I promised. I kissed my way down his body, flicking my tongue over his nipple and noting the way he hissed as my teeth scraped against the tip of it. I worked down his abs. Christ, it was like the man worked out ten hours a day, which I knew for a fact he did not. Still, his body was incredible, and I took my time letting my lips and fingertips explore him.
I worked my way lower and lower, purposely teasing him by not kissing exactly where I knew he wanted me most. Finally, I took him into my mouth. My tongue teased, my lips caressed, and I reveled in the way his body moved for me. It was a heady feeling, powerful and addicting to make a person move like that. To make them sound like that.
“Posey, fuck me! Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he gasped as I took him deeper. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum and I don’t want to.”
I moved my mouth off of his cock and quirked an eyebrow at him quizzically.
“You don’t want to cum?!”
“No, no that’s not what I mean. I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Not to say that I wouldn’t! I just — Ah, hell. I want to be buried deep inside of you, feeling your pussy pulse and squeeze and cum around my cock before I cum. Got it?”
I swore I could feel my own pupils dilate at his words.
“Condom. Now!” I shifted over to the side of him, watching as he rolled the thin latex over his length. When he made to switch our positions, I stopped him with a hand to the chest. “No, not this time.”
Instead, I straddled his waist, growling at the way his eyes rolled back in his head and the way he groaned as he realized what I was about to do.
“Eyes on me,” I whispered, gaining his attention as I positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. He raised an eyebrow at me, but let me say and do what I wanted. We were equals here.
I watched him, watched his eyes widen and roll back as I slide down onto his length. As he took in my own reactions to his full hardness, stretching me, claiming me.
And then we moved.
Back and forth, finding a rhythm that was new to us both and perfect. His hands gripped my hips, helping me to rock. My nails dug into his chest as I moved faster, taking him with me and reaching for orgasm.
His hands moved over my body, my thighs, my hips, my waist, my breasts. He left no place untouched. We moved together faster, harder.
“Posey,” he whispered through clenched teeth, holding back his orgasm as long as he could. He didn’t need to wait any longer. I was already tightening around him.
