Page 48 of Love Lessons

She was shaking a little now, her breath heavy and her body squirming just the smallest amount. She turned back to look at him, pleading with her eyes for more.

Watch the movie.

She turned to the front, but he could see the change in her this time. She’d realized that she wasn’t in control and she relaxed completely.

He felt euphoric. Almost giddy. This feeling was what he’d been looking for all of his life. And Lena was the one giving it to him. Somehow the fight she put up made it even sweeter.

Dustin pulled her back against his chest again and wrapped his arms around her middle again until she relaxed fully. Then he returned to the slow strokes along her arms. Eventually he added those light touches, just a few, along her sides.

She was relaxed and squirmy now, just like he’d wanted. He let his hands explore further now, intentionally not following a pattern. He stroked her neck and then her chest. He traced over her wrist and then across her thigh. Along the way he’d visit her sensitive sides, her nipples, her cock, that tender place behind her ear.

But he never stayed there for long.

She was resolutely keeping her head forward, but she was panting now. He could feel the strain in her body as she forced herself to remain calm and still. It was intoxicating.

When he noticed that the movie was about two-thirds of the way through, he changed his tactic.

Laying out a few throw pillows on the cushion beside him, he shifted Lena’s body until she was stretched out across the couch, still draped over his legs.

She looked up at him with eyes full of hope and need. God, was she kissable like that. He wanted to devour her.

Watch the movie, he commanded, feeling the thrill of it jolting through him. He was getting wrapped up in this little fiction that they were both watching a movie while he did dirty things to her body without ever talking about them. He remembered a line that came up surprisingly often in porn and tried it out. I’m going to play with my toy.

He nearly missed it as she turned back to the television. He almost thought he’d imagined it. But something had changed. Her sparkling eyes had gone dull. Her mouth, which had been open and panting, was now closed with her lips pressed together.

And he could feel it in her body. She was still rocking against him, but her torso was a little stiffer, even as she’d started whimpering again.

He’d fucked something up again. Dammit. He hated not knowing what he was doing.

Even if this was just supposed to be practice or whatever they were calling it, he wanted to get it right for her.

It was clear that she didn’t like being called a toy, and to be honest, he didn’t much like the idea either. Toys were things that you owned, but they could also be ignored and neglected. He wanted her to be cherished and coddled.

Subtly feeling her up under the guise of watching a movie was hot. Ignoring her felt wrong. The opposite of what he wanted. He wanted her to know that she had all of his attention.

So, he’d have to fix it. Hopefully he could still get it right.

He cupped her chin and made her face him. I’m sorry. I was wrong. You’re far too precious to be a toy.

Her lips actually parted in a little O.

I know you haven’t been watching the movie, and I haven’t either. I haven’t paid attention to anything but you. And you’ve been doing such a good job of relaxing and letting me take care of you. Can you keep doing that? Let me give you everything you need?

She nodded slowly, that look of wonder still spread across her face.

That was it. That was what she’d needed before. What they both needed. She was gorgeous, with her pale hair fanned out over the pillow and that filmy fabric pushed up to expose her soft, perfect belly. She looked utterly debauched and so awed by his statement that it felt almost like a pain in his chest.

Now he just needed to ease them back into the scene. He squared his shoulders and fixed her with a stern glare. You may not move. And you may not come.

That elicited a full-body shiver, and Dustin had to school his own reaction. This was better than any porn he’d ever watched. The way that she would fight her own body’s needs to obey his orders was like fire in his veins.

Watch the movie, he commanded again.

She turned her head slowly, like she was moving through syrup. Like his words had no meaning except that she should obey them. Her eyes weren’t even trained toward the screen.

There was this look in her eyes, like she’d gone to some far-away place where she became this exquisite submissive person who was there only to obey him. It made her breath heavy and her pulse race.

He continued moving idly over her body, but now it was explicitly sexual. He pinched her nipples through that filmy fabric that, he noted, became rough if you rubbed it against a small area. He ran his hands under that sweet little shirt and then scratched down her sides. He traced along her inner thighs, brushing the back of his hand over her prominent bulge.