Learning to Let Go (17 page)

I leaned over and began trailing slow, heated kisses up her neck and nipping at her ear. My arms wrapped around her back as my hands moved to her ass, grabbing it and drawing her closer so she could feel how hard she made me.

“I’m not a masochist,” I whispered. “The thought of hurting you abhors me. I’ll never tie you up, without your permission, at least. I prefer to feel your hands all over me and knowing how I drive you crazy.”

She moved forward, rubbing up against my length, pressing her lips against mine. “I like when you take control in the bedroom, but don’t expect me to be dominated outside of it.” She pulled back for a moment, giving me time to absorb all that she was giving me.

Several seconds passed before she spoke up again.

“So I take it you like to use some toys and bondage?”

I cleared my throat. There was something wickedly arousing about just hearing the word “bondage” come out of her mouth. “I’ll never ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with, Laurel, and you
always
have the right to say no. But I’d like to test your limits and to provide you some of the greatest pleasure you’ve ever experienced, showing you how to let go of the things that bother you. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you the many different ways I’ve thought of taking you, but I swear, I’ll never hurt you.”

Her eyes held mine as she moved closer, planting a soft kiss on my lips. The feel of her chest rubbing against mine had me ready to bust through the seams of my pants. I was about to push away and tell her to stop before she unleashed the sexual tension built up in me, when she whispered, “Take me. Pleasure me. Show me how to let go, Garrett.”

I don’t know if she realized it, but she had a livewire to my crotch. My cock was already dripping with pre-cum and trying to seek out her heat. Her lips brushed up against mine, begging for an answer.

“Are you sure you’re ready to play, Laurel?” I asked.

Her teeth bit her bottom lip as she nodded her pretty red head. That’s all it took for me to quickly rid her of her clothes and mine.

“I want you on the bed on your hands and knees, baby,” I ordered. “You seemed to squirm at the mere mention of turning your ass pink. I want to try something with you.”

I turned towards the armoire and opened the drawer to the item I was looking for. I hadn’t used Ben Wa balls in play before, but the salesperson at the store said they were a number one seller, especially for those enjoying a nice smack to the rear, and the vibrating option just added to heighten sensual awareness. I couldn’t wait to get them inside her.

I picked up the silver balls with a covered wire holding them together and turned back around towards her and nearly came on the spot. Laurel was in perfect position with her ass presented to me on the bed, already glistening in her own juices.
Get control of yourself or this will be over before it starts.

My hand reached out to touch her outer thigh, massaging it in circles as I moved up towards her backside. I held out my other hand to her, showing her what I had. “These are vibrating balls that help contract the muscles inside you. I’d like to insert them into your pussy and then give your backside some nice color. I want to see how much I can make you squirm.”

A low raspy, “Yes,” sounded from her mouth, causing my piece to twitch.

I spread her legs further apart and the muskiness of her arousal hit me full on. I loved that my girl was so sensual at heart. I thrust one finger inside her to see if she needed a little foreplay to get her going. “My God, Laurel, you’re so damn wet and ready.” I bent forward, popping in one ball after the other and turned the vibration on low, causing her to moan.

I sat back against the pillows and headboard. “Come here,” I directed, patting my lap.

“You keep teasing me with your body; I want to show you what teasing gets you.” I kept testing the waters, pushing a little more control at her, trying to see where her current state of mind and limits resided.

To my surprise, she was eager and wanting, lying across my lap instantly.

“Ready, baby?” I asked, my hand poised above her ass.

She nodded, her cheeks blushing in what I hoped was excitement.

“I’m going to give you ten smacks for teasing me and another ten for not bothering to tell me you knew about dominance and games in the bedroom.” I reared my hand back and landed it firmly on the flesh of her delectable backside. She flinched, so I moved up and down her cheeks and thighs, alternating from one side to the other; raining down licks that where hard enough to brighten her skin but nothing that would leave a lasting mark. “Do you feel that? Can you feel the balls move inside you with each touch of my hand?”

Her body twitched a little with each strike, but soon I found her ass pushing back against my hand, begging for more. Just when I thought she couldn’t surprise me anymore, she does. She was really into this. Her answer was breathy. “Yes!”

“Do you want me to stop? Just say the word and I will.” Her body language already told me she enjoyed the spankings, but I wanted to make sure she knew she had the power.

She shook her head vigorously. “No, don’t stop.”

We were up to seventeen and I noticed she transitioned into a relaxed state, a subspace of sorts. As soon as I hit twenty, I turned the vibrator off and removed the balls, shoving two fingers into her cunt. She instantly clamped down hard on my fingers and milked them as if they were my dick.

“Please!” she cried out.

“Please what, babe? You need to tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me. I need to feel you, now. Please!”

I flipped her over in a heart beat and had her straddling the tip of my cock. “I want you this way so you can control things, since you’re still a bit tender. From here, I can tug at your breasts and tease every part of you.” I held tight to her hips as I pulled her down, spearing her with my shaft.

“Ahh.” She let out a soft moan and began to instantly move up and down on me.

I held her tight as I latched on to one of her breasts, pulling her nipple into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. I could feel small micro-spasms burst through her center, squeezing my cock, as I moved to the other breast and continued my ministrations. When she was fully engrossed in the act of our copulation, I used the moisture from her center to slick up one of my fingers and began to push her lubrication into her back hole. She flinched for a second, until I doubled my efforts and bit into her nipple, gently, then lavished it. I loved the feel of her clenching around me, enjoying how I was playing her body.

Her eyes were hooded and her breathing erratic as she moaned, “This feels so good, so right.”

“Do you want more pleasure, darling?” I shoved up into her hard as I tugged on her nipple, sending a shiver running through her. I knew she was close and I couldn’t hold out much longer, not with the way her walls were massaging my dick. I needed to push her to the edge and get her to come.

“Yes, oh God, yes…make me come, please,” she whimpered as I pushed up hard into her again. “Please!”

I loved that she was needy and not afraid to tell me what she wanted anymore. I pushed the tip of my finger into her backside again and the more she moved up and down my piece, the more my finger moved into her rear. If she wanted me to play at her backdoor, I needed to stretch her with my finger first, before the real training began.

She let out a groan that had me nearly spilling into her. I pumped harder, reaming the finger into her ass to open her up and using the thumb of my other hand on her clit to send her into the mother of all orgasms. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed out my name and clung to my chest. I pulled my hands free, latching onto her hips and shoving myself into her a couple more times before finding my own release.

I normally liked to pull away from the woman I was with after we were done, but with Laurel, it’s different. I enjoyed holding her close to me, keeping myself attached inside her, feeling her little aftershocks pulse along my cock. There was no way around it, I was addicted to her, body and soul.

The last thing I remember were the fireworks going off behind the darkness of my eyes, clouding my vision with feelings of joy and completion. I clung to his chest as the biggest orgasm I’d ever had ripped through my body and mind, taking me to places I never thought were possible. I could see now why women flocked to Garrett. He was not only handsome, but oh-so-talented in bed. And he was mine!
Where did that possessiveness come from? You know you care deeply for him, but slow it down, girl. You’re not in any rush. You still need to deal with your emotions about Chase and what he did to you.

I wanted to just lie against his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat. Feeling the heat of his skin pressed to mine and reveling in this amazing connection calmed me in ways I couldn’t explain. I moaned in frustration when he insisted on moving us to his bedroom.

“Why do I have to move? Tomorrow’s Sunday; it’s not like we have to go to work or get to bed early. Can’t we just stay here for the night?” I suggested.

“You know I would love nothing more than to wrap myself around you and hold you to me all night, but you need to take your medicine, Laurel. I don’t want you waking up frightened by nightmares. Besides, we need to clean ourselves up.” He laughed a second. “We’re dripping all over the bed.”

I watched as he strolled to another door and pulled out two terry cloth robes. He handed one to me as he put on the other, then proceeded to carry me out the door and up to his bedroom.

“We can get our clothes in the morning,” he assured me. “Right now it’s late and I’ve got better things on my mind.” His eyebrows arched in an oh-so-suggestive manner that made my blood heat instantly and my nipples harden against the fabric of the robe.

“All of your clothes are in here,” Garrett said as he set me on my feet in the master bedroom. “Your lingerie and unmentionables are in this chest of drawers, which belongs solely to you.”

I was surprised to see all of my clothes already on one side of his colossal closet. I knew women who would kill to have a closet like his. It was bigger than my dorm room at college, for crying out loud, with a seating area in the middle and cedar-lined areas for various lengths of clothes to hang, along with chest of drawers built right in for our more personal items. He had his clothes on one side and mine on the other. I shouldn’t have been able to fill that side with what I had, but it looked like he’d been using his personal shopper again to fill my wardrobe.

Everywhere I looked, including the bathroom, my stuff had been placed in coordination with his, as though I’d been living with him already. The man thought of everything and had the actions carried out in record time. I knew he was being protective of me, especially since Chase happened, but it sometimes felt stifling, like I was losing a part of who I was. I’d have to approach this issue with him eventually, but right now I relished his desire to protect me.

We quickly showered and dressed for bed. I found that my t-shirts and sleep shorts were once again hidden and only the silk and satin lingerie remained. I had to laugh when I saw the blue nightgown set aside for me to wear, the same one I wore the first night we were together in Boston. It brought back wonderful memories.

Once we were settled in bed, he lavished me with another round of sweet, delectable loving, moving slowly and letting a wave of ecstasy build that washed through me and left me spent. I was glad that he decided to wear only his silk boxers to bed so I could feel the heat of his skin pressed firmly against my back, holding me securely to him throughout the night.

I was about to nod off when he asked, “Why me, Laurel?”

“Hmm?”

His hands caressed up and down my arms as his lips pressed lightly against my neck and shoulders. “You’ve been through so much, enough to make anyone fearful of ever having relations again, and yet you allowed me to take you our first night together. What made you choose me?”

I shifted slightly and turned my head back where I could see his face, looking deep in thought. “I could ask you the same thing,” I countered. “Why did you chase me when you’ve obviously been hurt and used in the past? What made you look beyond your pain to pursue me?”