Page 26 of Acting on Instinct
With a quick flick, she slicked her tongue over her bottom lip. Her mouth dropped open as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Her stomach clenched and released, and she felt her breasts swell under Ty’s T-shirt that she’d been wearing as a nightdress.
Kira forced her weight into her heels so she wouldn’t turn, run up the stairs, and throw herself onto the bed and yell, “Ride me into oblivion.”
It would be satisfying and fun.
But today, she needed more.
With her words, she’d handed control over to Ty, and in that decision, she would face frustration on her road to ecstasy. Ty at the helm meant she couldn’t rush toward her orgasm. He would build the experience with trust and sublime skill.
There was a luxuriousness that came when nothing was expected of her but to lie back and be the focus of Ty’s attention.
Ty was far more worldly than she. And though he was very good about teaching her new things, and she loved all of it, there was a decadence in simply receiving that was a lesson in and of itself.
The first time they were together, she’d told Ty she wanted to be manhandled.
Up until then, Kira’s lovers had been very vanilla, very missionary, sometimes a doggy, all forgettable moments of feeding a need rather than filling her hunger with something both satiating and delicious.
She’d never experienced mastery, but, from what titillated her in books—smutty novels that she’d read in the tub as she masturbated to the mental images she’d painted of her newest book boyfriend grinding it out page after page—Kira imagined she would love it.
And since she thought she was probably about to make love for the last time in her life with a man of her choice before she was married to someone chosen by her Uncle Nadir, Kira let herself ask for what she’d always wanted as a gift to herself.
“What do you want, Kira?” he’d asked.
“I want to be manhandled,” she’d told him their first time together.
The look on his face when she said that told her how easily Ty could step into that role.
She had no idea what it would feel like to feel so wanton and be so well fucked.
But only when asked.
That control never showed up anywhere in their life together unless she broached the idea and asked him to take the reins.
“Masterful it is. Set the scene, Kira,” he brushed the hair from Kira’s cheeks and framed her face with his hands. “What will make you feel good? Do you want to be blindfolded?”
“No,” she paused, letting her gaze paint over his face and down his chest before returning to find him observing her with curiosity. “I don’t want to take my eyes off you. But I would like you to use the silk ribbons to tie me, and then maybe you could make use of my toy box?”
“Pink ribbons are beautiful on you.”
“I want the bite of pain, Ty. I want you deep, deep inside me. I want you to ride me hard.” She looked him straight in the eye, holding his gaze without blinking. “Hard.” She repeated with conviction.
And something in the back of her mind whispered, “so I can remember.”
Ty grasped her chin and kissed her softly, then lifted her gently back in his arms. “Silk and a hard ride it is.”
Chapter Nine
Kira
After having lunch up the street, Ty stood off to the side with Rory’s lead folded into his hand as Kira pulled the jewelry shop’s door open just enough to pop her head in. “Hi, Abdul,” she called when the owner looked up from his job rearranging a display. “I’ve come to pick out a birthday gift, but my friend has his dog with him. Can we come in, or would you prefer us not to?”
“If he’s a nice dog and on a lead, he is welcome.” Abdul held his hands wide. “It’s good to see you.”
She pushed through the door and held it wide as Ty came through. “This is Ty and his pup, Rory.”
“A friend of Kira’s is a friend of mine.” Abdul laid a hand on his chest.
“Abdul,” Ty leaned forward, extending his hand for a shake.
