Page 80 of Yours, For Now

"Lina. Yes."

"Then use your hands on me, and tell me what you'd like to do. Let me imagine."

"It's a bad idea." The hand on my torso retreated back to my tummy, and it went a little lower than before, but he stopped before he reached the elastic of my pants. "It's only going to be more confusing, and still unfulfilling."

At this point, I needed this. I looked for reasons to make this okay for both of us.

"What if it's a gift we're giving each other?" I asked. "For those nights when we're working alone at night. To remember what awaits us in the future, when we've achieved our goals. So I can remember what it's like to be wanted."

"You want to feel wanted?"

"I want it. So much."

"And you'd feel wanted if I used my fingers on you? If I told you how I want to be rough with you until you come so many times you lose count, and melt, and let me see you like that?"

"I'd feel wanted if you broke down every wall until I came apart in your arms."

"Fuck. Lina." He squeezed his arm around my neck further, and I stretched it back to feel him harder against my throat.

I pushed my ass against his cock, and he rubbed himself on me. I left his hips and grabbed his hand on the rounds of my belly, guiding it over my clothed sex.

I took a broken breath. "Tell me what you'd do if I let you take control of my vibrator."

He moaned. "Do you have one with a remote?"

I nodded. He rubbed me over my clothes, and I wish I could see him losing control. He squeezed my neck harder, as if to keep me in place as he had his way with me, unaware I was getting my way with him, too.

"What would you do?" I insisted. "If you want this, this morning… then I want it too."

"I want this so badly," he confessed, his teeth finding my ear. "You sure?"

"Gabe. I need it. Touch me and tell me."

A whine arose from deep in his throat, and his hand found its way under my clothes. Straight under my underwear, two fingers circling on my clit twice, before making their way to my entrance.

"God. You're so wet."

"Tell me. What you'd do."

"First, I'd give you a warning. You don't order me around. I'm in charge." The tips of his fingers slid around my clit, teasing me without fully touching the head of it— like a punishment.

My vocal cords shook as I gasped. "Yes, sir."

"Fuck. Yes. Just like that." He rubbed his nose on my earlobe. "I'd tie your hands behind your back, or on the headboard— depending on how wild you get."

"Would you tie me up more? Knots and ropes to set me up just like you wanted?"

"And belts and scarves and ribbons. We'd get creative."

I trembled, and his erection rubbed against me faster, and his fingers twirled around my clit, pulling on it and massaging it until my eyes rolled back.

"Then I'd open your legs— get that vibrator in you. I'd stand at the foot of the bed, and I'd play with you until you couldn’t think straight anymore."

"Until I'm shaking and crying out?"

"Until you need my cock in you, in any way I wanted to fuck you. And I'd fuck your mouth, never letting go of that remote, so that sucking me felt like relief to you."

I wrapped one hand on his forearm around my neck, and snaked the other until I could put my hand on his erection over his clothes.