I’m glad that Steven cares about me and doesn’t want to see me hurt. But I’m never going to learn anything at this rate. “I’m not asking you to throw me around on the floor,” I say. “But if you don’t at least show me what works and what doesn’t, I could learn the wrong thing. I’ll think I have the
Steven leads me into the bathroom. “Where is the first aid kit?” “In the medicine cabinet behind the mirror,” I reply. He gestures for me to sit down on the counter near the sink. When I hop up onto it and am seated securely, he turns to the mirror and finds the small kit. He sets it down on the
Unless he smells it. Panicked, I press my thighs together tightly, but the action gives me friction against my clit and I bite back a strangled moan. With dread in my heart, I snap my eyes open and look at Steven. Maybe he didn’t notice? He’s gone totally still and he’s staring right at me wit
Steven holds out his hand for me. I take it and let him lead me into the bedroom. We come to stop at the foot of the bed, and then he turns to face me. He continues to hold my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. He stares down at our conjoined hands rather than look at me in my face. Even th
His glasses are on. He looks over at me and freezes. I can see now, the desire sparking like fireworks in his gaze as he trails it down and along the curves and valleys of my body. He licks his lips as his eyes trace my tits. He’s practically drooling as he looks down at my pussy. “Spread your
Steven means to torture me into the ultimate pleasure. My heartbeat is already thunderous, but it somehow amps up even more. I have to clench my pussy to keep from spasming my own way to an orgasm just from thinking about what’s about to happen. Edging. Steven wants to bring me to the edge of clim
“I don’t regret what happened here,” he says, which is the biggest non-answer I’ve ever heard in my life. I guess, at least, it’s somewhat of a comfort to know that this isn’t something he’ll think about poorly. But that doesn’t mean he’ll want to do it again. And that he’s not confirming that he
He doesn’t seem inclined to reveal anymore. Chances are, he’s already revealed much more than he was supposed to. I won’t say a word about it though. His face shifts and he looks troubled. Maybe I should tell him I’ll keep his secret. I open my mouth, but he speaks first. “Don’t go out tonight,