He looked somewhat unsure, and the plum in his mouth was firmly back.
Jules hastened to reassure him. “Oh, yes, and oh, please.”
“Good.” He touched her face, his hand gentle. “We’ll start slowly. Nothing remotely out of your comfort zone, I promise. You understand traffic lights and BDSM?” He tilted her chin up with his forefinger. “You’re okay talking about this? I’m not being presumptuous? It’s just the lifestyle is as much a part of me as breathing or my five o’clock shadow.” He ran his hand over her cheek and stroked her skin. “I want you, oh so much, but I have to be honest. So do you, because if we go further, I need and you need to know it’s what you want. Without your consent, feely given, then we have nothing. I’ll walk away rather than know you submit just because it’s what I want and not because you have to for yourself. My role as a Dom is to cater for your wellbeing. That’s the be all and end all.” He smiled and dipped his head to nuzzle the nape of her neck. His breath feathered over her skin and she shivered as her arousal increased. “I couldn’t bear to fail you.”
Chapter Five
Jules, the most unromantic person she knew, thought it was the most romantic gesture ever made. She melted. I’m mush, total goo. Whatever he wants! How can something so simple be so much? She moved her head slightly and kissed his hand, even as she wished it were his mouth. It wasn’t enough. Jules knew she needed to experience much more.
Gray must have suffered in much the same way, because he bent his head and nipped her ear gently.
“We need to talk first, pet. Traffic lights. Hard and soft limits. What do you know?”
It was hard to think when her clit was doing the samba and her pussy throbbing with need. Talk about body parts with a mind of their own. She was so wet that in any other circumstances, she’d be embarrassed. Now she just wanted him to take advantage of her wetness and fill her. Even in her arousal-induced haze, Jules understood there was no likelihood of that happening. Not until she divulged what she knew and expected.
“Well.” God how she hated that word. So indecisive and pathetic. “I’m a total novice but very interested.” Surely the way her body was on fire and the rosy hue that covered her must be one sign? To say nothing of the way her breathing was erratic, and a sheen of sweat covered her skin. “I’ve read a bit, and I understand traffic lights. Green go, amber caution—I need to talk before going on, and red, oh no, not now, maybe never.” She bit her lip whist she concentrated. Gray didn’t say a word. He just stroked her arm and waited for her to go on.
“Blindfold I think will be okay. Bondage, probably, but not yet. Spanking, as long as it doesn’t hurt, is okay. Floggers and stuff, no. They’ll hurt too much. What else?”
Gray laughed. “Believe me, pet, spanking always hurts, but it’s a good hurt, and done by the right person—me—you’ll get so much pleasure from it you’ll fly. Shall we say blindfolds and bondage are amber? And you’ll try spanking and cry red if I can’t give you what you like? And think about a flogger. That’s even better, and it hurts less than my hand, unless I choose otherwise.”
Jules nibbled her lip again.
“Stop that.” Gray’s voice was full of authority, and Jules immediately did as he told her. “The only one who’ll put marks on you is me, and they will be our marks of possession.”
She sighed. “I don’t know. I’m so excited and so scared all at the same time. I never knew just how much I would want to get down on my knees and say I’m yours, Sir.” His hand stopped its gentle movement on her arm for a second and tightened as he took in her words.
“Then let’s work toward that, pet.” He began his rhythmic stroke again, as if he was soothing a frightened animal or child.
Well, he is calling me pet and he does make me want to purr.
“I wish I could just do it,” Jules said honestly. One night of perfect submission to a stranger didn’t mean she could do it in real life. “But oh, I’ve got so many worries. What if I can’t be what you want? What if I hate it and it makes me hate you? What if the other Julia comes back? What if…”
Gray placed his palm over her mouth. “Hush now. What if all your worries are wrong? How would you feel if you never tried to discover your true wants and needs?”
He twisted her around so she straddled his lap. “Decision time. I’m happy to start vanilla, but I won’t be happy with it forever. Hell, Jules, I’m holding on by a thread here, and it’s a very fine thread, which is threatening to snap at any time. So, yes or no?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes.”
“Thank the lord,” Gray said in a fervent voice. “Bedroom? Or, on the other hand, are you happy if I start taking your clothes off now and make love to you on the rug?” He stopped speaking suddenly. “Bloody hell, Jules, protection. I didn’t expect to need any. I’ve one condom in my wallet. And that’s been there so long, it’s probably perished. Is there a chemist near here? Or a pub with a helpful machine in the loo? Or even a service station?”
Jules couldn’t help it. She giggled and leaned against him. The look of anguish on his face should not really have made her chuckle, but knowing just how she could erase it had her in stitches.
“Well, the motorway services are only about thirty miles away.” She gasped in between laughs.
He blanched. “Not what I need to hear, pet.”
“And the co-op stays open until ten. But no need. I was a Girl Guide, and I’m always prepared.”
The kiss he gave her was heartfelt—and heart stopping. Jules returned it, let their tongues meet and mesh and felt his hand following the contours of her body, as if he was mapping it for future use.
“Where?” he asked raggedly.
“Bedroom, in the drawer. Bathroom, in the cabinet. Kitchen, probably.” For the life of her, she couldn’t remember where she’d found them earlier. Her brain was scrambled and all she could think of was the man in front of her and what might occur in the next hour or so.
“Bedroom then, now. Please.” He moved both hands to her waist and helped her to stand. Without his support, Jules knew she’d fall. Her legs felt as if they belonged to someone else.
“Which way?” Gray’s voice was clipped, his tone urgent.
As he followed her toward the door, she felt his erection, hard against her bottom. It was all she could do not to turn round, take the initiative and have him on the floor. Only the thought of not having a condom handy stopped her. Plus the fact she was fairly sure that would come in the category of topping from the bottom, something she’d learned about in her last read-a-thon.
“Up the stairs, second left.” Although she moved in the general direction of the stairs, she couldn’t resist moving backwards, just a bit, into his body, so his erection pressed more firmly against her. It felt so good!
“Cruel,” he said in response, and his body tightened even more. His arms went around her, anchoring her against him, as walking steadily stair-wards, he brushed his hands gently over her breasts, and his mouth explored that sensitive area around the nape of her neck. “Remember, we might be vanilla at the moment, but I’m still a Dom.”
Right, Jules thought as coherently as she could. They needed to move. She had no intention of their first time together taking place on the stairs. Later maybe, but not this time.
“Gray.” She almost moaned as her feet hit the first stair. “I…really…want…you. Ahh…mmm.”
He nipped her neck gently. “Sir, now. Try it. Let’s practice, eh? Sir.”
“Sir. Please.” Jules had no idea what she was saying please to. She was almost crawling, one foot slowly going upwards in front of the other, her hands behind her, touching him wherever she could.
Listening to his uneven breathing at each movement of her fingers over his already-sensitive nerve ends, Jules knew she had never been so near a climax in such a detached way. If anyone had asked her if she thought it possible to feel so aroused, so quickly, by someone she had known for such a short time, she would have said no way. So how was it possib
le that less than forty-eight hours since she had met Gray, she was more than ready to get naked and very personal with him? She had no idea and was not going to analyze, either. Time for ‘Oh my God, what have I done?’ after the deed.
Jules reached the top of the stairs and turned to face Gray, who, at two stairs lower stood at lip level. Perfect. She moved her lips to nip and suck wherever she fancied whilst she used her tongue to play and tease, dipping in and out of his mouth. Her hands shook as somehow she managed to find her way beneath his sweater, to let her fingers play with the swirls of hair they encountered there. Who knew they could act so independently? With deliberation, she walked her fingers higher until they grazed two very taut nipples.
It was Gray’s turn to groan. “Enough, Jules, enough, or it will be over before we get any further. God help me, I need to be inside you, feel you tightly around me. Feel myself moving inside you, touching and caressing all of you and making you cry out with pleasure. Watch your face as you come for me, and then spilling myself inside you. No orgasm denial this time. So, move please.”
He gave her a swift tap on her behind.
Orgasm denial? Oh shit…
With a shaky laugh, she reluctantly withdrew her hands, took his, turned and walked into her bedroom.
At last. Oh grief, can I hold my tummy in? Will he notice the chip in my nail polish? I really should have waxed better.
“Stop over analyzing stuff, or I’ll think you do want to be punished, pet.”
There was no answer to that. Thank heavens he hadn’t couched it as a question.
Before they made it through the doorway, Gray’s hands were busy. Her blouse was over her head with no regard to the buttons, some of which popped and rolled onto the floor ahead of the blouse itself. He unzipped her skirt and pushed it down to allow her to step out of it. Jules forgot everything as she recognized the naked desire in his eyes, as she stood next to him in bra and pants.
“All this for me.” Gray ran his hand down her breastbone and under the edge of her bra. “Hot, flushed and excited.”
“My turn,” Jules panted as she tried to undo his belt and pull down the zip on his trousers as he tortured her by almost, but not quite, playing with her nipple.
Honestly, why is trying to get ready for hot sex so frustrating? And not the Oh-my-god-I-need-you-in-me-now frustration, but the fingers-won’t-undo-fastenings-fast-enough sort of frustration.
“Please, help me, Sir. Take your jumper off. I need to feel you, see you, oh sweet…” Her voice trailed off as she succeeded in lowering the zip, and his strong, erect cock showed over the top of his underwear, which gave a whole new meaning to the word briefs. She was lost for words. Just stared, then did something, on reflection later, she could hardly believe. She bent her head and took the tip, with its tiny drop of liquid, into her mouth and sucked.
Gray bucked, flung his jumper in the general direction of hers and swiftly unclasped her bra to release her breasts. Slowly, Jules lifted her head and straightened. She looked him in the eyes and was satisfied at what she saw there. The naked desire was obvious. He took hold of her hair and tugged.
“This is not as vanilla as I thought it might be, pet. For goodness sake, remember your safe words.”
“Yes, Sir.” The title seemed right and proper for that moment in time.
She stripped off her bra, and without taking her eyes off him, emboldened by the admiration she saw, Jules stepped out of her pants to stand naked and proud in front of him. In return, his gaze holding hers, he toed his shoes off and gave his trousers and briefs a helping hand to go the same way. He stood, as she did, naked and aroused.
He grinned, hooked a foot around her leg and followed her as she unbalanced and fell onto the bed.
Taken by surprise, Jules shrieked as she toppled onto the duvet. Gray landed next to her, and in one elegant movement, had her flat on her back underneath him.
“Missionary, Sir?” she taunted him. “Never would have thought it.” Well, not lately. His original, stuffed shirt Rah-attitude had dissolved rapidly during their sexual banter.
“Wait and see, my pet. There’s a new wave of missionaries these days, opened up a lot of opportunities with new positions. Want to meet some of them?”
Do I ever. She smiled. “Well, why not? The missionaries or their positions?”
“Oh, both, Jules, definitely both. Because you can’t have one without the other. So where to start, hmm? Oh, yes, I know.”
He took one nipple into his mouth, laved it, followed up with a gentle nip, before he sucked.
“Need to kiss it better, pet.” He was almost purring. “And not let the other one feel left out. There. That’s better. Better than better, in fact. See how they are standing up for me, demanding my attention? Mustn’t disappoint them, now, must I?” However, he moved his mouth lower, to her navel. “They just have to take their turn and not be greedy.”
“This is so one sided,” Jules said shakily. “My turn too.”
She moved her hands between their bodies to grasp his cock.
Gray had other ideas.
“I’m a missionary, remember? I’m showing you what to do.” He kissed lower, and unerringly drifted downwards toward her clit. “And I need to be sure I have shown you thoroughly how to respond to me. Then you can practice all those lessons on my very willing body, which will have been given a chance to regroup and relax a bit. To ensure… Well, just to make sure we get every last drop of enjoyment.”
He put his hand on her belly to hold her flat and murmured, “Come now, pet. Shout for me. Scream for me. Show me how you fly.” He used his tongue to tease her clit as he nipped the hard nub with his teeth, just the pleasure side of pain. That one small movement was enough to send Jules over the edge, and she climaxed with a sob and a cry of, “God, Gray,” before all the feelings, emotions, and ecstasy overcame her, and she couldn’t do anything except scream incoherently and writhe with pleasure. She rode the waves of her orgasm as he murmured and touched her, before he delved into her channel with his tongue, and drove her over the edge again. Who knew just a tongue could make you experience so much?
* * * *
Jules hadn’t realized that pleasure could disorientate you. At that moment, she couldn’t have said who she was or where she was, merely that she had experienced something so enormous that it was indescribable. For several minutes her pussy still throbbed with the aftershocks of such a cataclysmic climax. Eventually, she lay with her eyes closed, lax and sated, whilst Gray held her. Then she realized that while she was fulfilled, he most certainly was not. Jules moved and looked at him.
“I’m converted. Is that really what you’d call vanilla?”
He winked. “Incredibly so, for me. Ready for your next revelation?”
She looked at him, considering. Was she? The outline of his body was a mixture of shadowy light and shade as he moved and reflections fell on him. The planes of his body brought muscles into definition, holding her attention, showing his power, his grace. Long, muscular legs dusted with hair, a toned body, perfect…
“Perhaps. There again, perhaps I could show you a few female ideas. There’s no need for sexism, is there?” So saying, Jules mimicked his earlier actions. Rolling onto her stomach, she lay half across his hard torso, letting her hair brush his chest, and used her hands to caress his skin and commit his shape to memory. There was the certainty that she would forever be able to bring his shape, his scent, the certain essence that was him, to mind at any time or any place. She would recognize it as him.
Jules remembered how he’d teased her and she returned the favor. She hoped she brought pleasure and pain to his hard, male nipples as she worshiped them and used her hands and mouth to bring them to tight hard nubs. She murmured words half formed, but understood. Gray responded by movement, by caress and by his own whispered endearments. As the evening turned into night, the shadows lengthened and deepened into darkness. In the gloaming, Jules showed Gray how he affected her. How she could also ki
ss, suckle and bring his body to stinging awareness. She could feel him, his arousal ever strengthening, as she gave him lavish attention with mouth and hands. She wondered how long he could last before the final crest. The fact he had handed control to her willingly added even more emotion and depth to their actions.
“Now, Jules, ride me. Now.” As he spoke, Gray lifted her, helped her roll on the condom and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He pulled her down on him firmly, filling her, deep and tight. Then he moved, harder, faster, ever deeper into her, something she would have said wasn’t possible.
He’s touching my soul.
The rhythm set was by neither choice nor force but arrived at by mutual consent. His breathing quickened, his movements grew uneven, but somehow smooth, as his climax clearly began to overcome all his coherent thoughts. Jules matched him, breath for breath, pleasure for pleasure, pain for pain then, cry for cry as they both reached their peak and rolled into and over their climax.
The only sounds in the darkened room were of two people, breath erratic, as they tried to come to terms with events—or so Jules thought. She could have been run over by a train, as the expression went, and still felt less spent than she did at that moment. Judging by the few intelligible words Gray had managed to utter, he experienced the same.
The sheets rustled and the mattress dipped as he rolled over, stood up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning in a few moments and resuming his previous position by her side. He put his arm out to cuddle her close.
“Thank you.”
She stared at him. “Why?”
“For restoring my faith. For making love. For being you. For…oh, everything.” He kissed her gently, but with so much passion Jules trembled.
“Our pleasure, Gray. Not just yours or mine. Ours.” Content, she curled next to him, her head on his chest. “Am I allowed to say thank you for letting me show you how I felt? For taking over?”
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