Page 64 of Bartholomew
“You are going to be the death of me,” he nearly whimpered, leaning our foreheads together.
“I like when you call me firefly,” I admitted as we pulled away slowly.
“I enjoy calling you firefly,” he responded, but didn’t offer any more.
“I’d like you to call me that more,” I tried again. I wanted to have the conversation about a dynamic.
“I could probably do that, like I call you babygirl, and lovely, and a hundred other names,” he teased, tossing a wink my way.
“I don’t think you’re hearing me,” I prompted, reaching for his hand and tugging him over to me. “I’m being serious, here, Ollie. I want this. I want the whole thing.” It wasn’t easy to admit, and I still had about a million questions. But never had I felt safer than I did in his arms and under his control.
“I think that maybe it’s a little too soon for you to make a decision like that,” he chuckled, booping my nose playfully as he turned back to the tray of food he had assembled.
“Why do you say that? You explained a lot of it to me, and we just did… all ofthat…so why wouldn’t we be able to at least talk about it?” I nearly whined. He looked contemplative, picking up the tray of food and setting it on the table before making his way back to me in the kitchen.
Hoisting me back into his arms, he carried me to the table with my legs wrapped around his waist. He set me on the top of it and I tried to wiggle my way down to a chair.
“No, I like you up on the table,” he teased, stopping my descent to a more acceptable sitting arrangement.
“Ollie, I’m serious. I want to do this whole dynamic thing,” I pestered, doing my best to not sound petulant.
“Why? Why do you want it?” he asked with a seriousness in his tone, sitting in the chair before me.
“Because what I just experienced with you felt like flying. It felt surreal,” I admitted honestly.
“Giving over control to me felt like flying? And what if I want to do something you don’t like?” he questioned. Why was he asking me that?
“Well, it’s like you said, safewords and all,” I answered with a shrug of my shoulders.
“What if I want to play with other areas of you?” he asked, his eyes narrowing in on mine. ‘
“What does that mean?” I could feel the little flicks of excited fear rising in my belly.
“What if,” he murmured, opening my thighs up in front of him until my pussy was open to him again. “What if I want to touch everywhere I touched earlier, and lower?”
It took me a solid second to understand what he was saying.
“Wait, you want to… there?!” I nearly screeched, closing my legs tightly in embarrassment. Surely, he didn’t want to touch me there, back there!
“Delilah, I want to touch you everywhere. I want to show you so much pleasure you can’t physically stand it and you go hoarse begging me to let you rest.” His words were spoken like a promise my body was ready to demand payment for.
I weighed my options. So far, nothing Ollie had done had been too much. Not even when he had used such vulgar language, or when his tongue had tasted me intimately. It was a shock; it was surprising, and sure there was a level of embarrassment that felt nigh on impossible to overcome. Yet, overcome I had. At his command, under his control.
“I am not saying we have to decide everything right this second, Ollie. But I’d like to have the conversation. Would that be possible? Because I want to learn. I want to learn, and I want you to be the one to teach me.” I gave my argument solidly, my eyes focused on his and hoping he could see the truth there.
“Are you sure?” he asked again, and I rolled my eyes.
“Listen, I have a million questions. I do. Like, where was the pain? I had thought that there would be pain, but there wasn’t. At least, not pain like I had imagined it. And what about all the other stuff that you mentioned? The scary stuff. Is that stuff you are into? But, at the end of the day, I want to know what you want. I want your authentic self. And I’d like to learn,” I admitted plainly.
“I’m not saying no,” he stated, taking my hand in his in a gesture of comfort. “I’m trying to be a little cautious. You are new, Delilah. Not just new to kink, but new to sex in general. I don’t want to go too far, too fast, you know?” he voiced his concerns.
“Ollie, I’m new to everything. Like literally everything. There are a million things I’ve never experienced. But you said this is a safe place. So, let me experience,” I pleaded, a blush rising to my cheeks against my will.
“Hey, nowthatis a great idea!” he exclaimed excitedly.
“What is?” I asked, my eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Let’s make a list. A list of all the things you want to experience. We can start checking them off one by one!” He was adorable like this, that little puppy energy I had noticed in the first hours of our marriage shining brightly through once more.
