If She Says Yes

by Tasha L. Harrison

  I turned to him, and the tip of his now completely hard length brushed along my hip, leaving a thin strip of moisture in its wake. The incidental contact made him gasp. I reached for him, and he caught both my hands at the wrists and pulled them down to my sides.

  “Darcy, I’m dying to be inside of you. I think that’s pretty fucking obvious. But I feel like it’s important for this conversation to happen first.” He placed a soft kiss to my lips and then stepped into the tub and held out a hand, silently asking me to join. Anxious and a little frustrated, I took it and sank down into the water. It was just this side of hot, and we both grunted then sighed with contentment as we settled into the healing warmth — me at one end and him at the other. He parted his muscular thighs, gathered my feet into his lap, and began to massage my sore soles.

  “This is nice,” he murmured, his eyes and attention focused on making concentric circles on the arches of both feet.

  “It is. If I knew this came with a foot massage, I would have given in to your flirtatious behavior a lot sooner.”

  “Hm,” he grunted, then lifted my foot out of the water and pressed his lips to that sensitive arch. “If you need or want a foot massage, you only need to ask.”

  “Okay,” I murmured, sinking lower into the tub and parting my legs, slipping my hand between them because feeling his lips on a place so often ignored made me want to have them on my pussy again. “Is that your kink? Kissing and massaging my feet? If a foot fetish is the extent of your kinks, Tommy, I have to say that you’re making much too big of a deal of this.”

  He looked up at me from under his thick, dark lashes. Had I ever noticed how dark and lovely his lashes were before tonight? Maybe I was just noticing how lovely Tommy was, period.

  “I don’t have a foot fetish, Darcy. It’s more like I have a you fetish…are you playing with your pussy right now?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s my job,” he said, a determined frown creasing his brow. “Come ‘ere.”

  Water sloshed as I crawled over to his side of the tub. He pulled my back against his chest. The hard length of his dick pressed against my spine for one glorious moment before he adjusted himself into what I presumed was a more comfortable position.

  “Show me,” he whispered, grasping my inner thighs and hooking my knees over his. “Show me how you make yourself come. I wanna know exactly how you do it.”

  The little waves I’d made while moving to his side of the tub buffeted against my sensitive pussy. “You already know how.”

  “Mm,” he hummed thoughtfully. “Not really. I know you like it when I have my fingers inside of you and make you squirm in my lap. I know you like it when you’re sitting on my face, and you roll your hips up just enough for me to tongue, taste, and lick your ass, but I don’t know how you make yourself come.”

  My pussy tightened around the emptiness I wanted him to fill.

  “Show me, hermosa,” he whispered in my ear, an edge of desperation in his voice as if he needed to touch me as much as I needed to be touched.

  I took his left hand in mine and placed it in between my thighs. The moment his hand made contact with my pussy, he slipped two of his thick fingers inside of me in one quick stroke.

  “Hey!” I said, scolding him lightly but also moaning because it felt so damn good.

  “Sorry,” he whispered, his fingers still inside of me.

  “I’m supposed to be showing you how I make myself come.”

  “I know, but damn. You don’t know how good you feel, flaca. So hot and tight…just feeling you on my fingers makes me want to come.” He rocked his hips ever so slightly against my back, and his dick throbbed where he had it pinned between us.

  “Me first,” I panted, covering his hand with my own.

  “Always. You come first always,” he whispered passionately, then withdrew his fingers slowly, and I flexed those intimate inner muscles, squeezing them on his retreating digits. He grunted, and his hips gave a hard involuntary thrust, sloshing water out of the tub.

  “Damn…okay. Show me,” he murmured in a rush.

  I positioned his fingers right over my clit. The contact made me shiver, and a delicious rush of pleasure arrowed through my core. “Just your fingertips. Right there.”

  “Right here?” he whispered, his fingers pressing lightly in the right spot, the perfect spot.

  “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, god. Right there, Tommy. But soft and slow… Soft, slow circles!” I panted.

  “Like this?” he asked, and goddamnit, he did it just right, and it felt so damn good that my eyes rolled back in my head.

  “Mmm… yes,” I moaned. His touch was so perfect and so good that I almost wanted to run away from it, but when I tried to clench my legs together, I realized that he had my thighs pinned to the sides of the tub with his own.

  “Shitshitshitshit,” I cursed, digging my fingers into his thighs.

  * * *

  “This is it, Darcy. This is my kink. You. Making you come. You letting me give you pleasure. Worshiping your pussy in any and every way you ask…that’s it. That’s what does it for me. As much as I’m aching to be inside of you? Fuck, this is enough. Being inside of you is the bonus, baby. Making you come, it’s enough.”

  “Yes, please. Make me come,” I moaned, only partially hearing what he said.

  “Tell me what you need right now,” he demanded.

  “Just straight up and down strokes.”

  “Like this?” he asked, angling his fingers.

  “Yes!” It was so good that my abdominal muscles clenched, making my back arch. “Yes! Just like that…just…just like that,” I stammered.

  Tommy gripped my inner thigh with his other hand, squeezing and massaging it with his strong fingers, then slid lower to play with my pussy lips.

  “Too much. It’s too…oh! Please!” I begged, unsure if I was begging him to stop or begging my body to come because dangling on the precipice felt so good that it hurt.

  “Go ahead and come, hermosa. I’m right here.”

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, a weak attempt to let go, but it was just enough for the orgasm to unfurl slowly in little waves then slam through me. “Tommy…oh, god!”

  “Fuck…that’s magic,” he whispered. “Shit. I’m coming again…this…this doesn’t make any sense,” he moaned, his mouth pressed against my shoulder and both of his arms wrapped around me.

  It took an embarrassingly long time for my hips to stop fucking into the empty place between my thighs. It was an eternity before I finally went limp and boneless in his embrace.

  We were both dazed and panting from our release, but it was that one thing — knowing that he came again without my hands on him, without touching him — that made the words he’d whispered in my ear while he was playing with my pussy make sense.

  This is it. This is my kink, Darcy. You. Making you come. It took a moment, but my mind pieced together what he was trying to say. “You’re submissive.”

  “Yes,” he said, giving my sides an eager squeeze. “And you’re dominant.”

  “I… I never…you think so?”

  “Yes. I know so.” He groaned and hugged me tighter, gripping my sides in his big hands. “Now that we have all of that out of the way, can you please use me? I’m fucking dying for it.”

  14

  Tomás

  How I could be so relieved yet feel still so raw and vulnerable didn’t make much sense to me. Telling Darcy that I was submissive and that most of my submissive fantasies were about her made it difficult to speak as we made short work of bathing and then toweling each other dry before moving back into her bedroom. She went to her vanity — a glass and brass table and mirror in the corner of her room where she grabbed a bottle of oil. The smell was familiar, wholly hers with some note in it that reminded me of church and the haunting sound of mass recited in Latin by a chorus of male voices.

  “Let me do that,” I asked softly, and she smirked before handing the bottle to me. />
  I pulled out the little bench for the vanity, sat, and motioned for her to come close. Darcy stepped into the space between my knees and placed her hands on my shoulders.

  After pouring a generous amount of oil into my palm, I began to massage it into her still damp skin. I started with her calves, working them with my thumbs until the tight muscles loosened, then moved up to her thighs, struggling not to pay too close attention to the crease between her thigh and her pussy, which was distractingly soft and inviting and made her moan and whimper. Her breasts were right at eye level, though, and I couldn’t help nuzzling against them and drawing my lips across her dark cherry nipples as I worked the oil into her skin, making it glow in the muted, intimate light her bedside lamps cast around the room.

  Darcy sighed and hugged me to her chest. “What are we doing, Tommy?” she whispered in my ear.

  What are we doing?

  Making my heart want things I can’t possibly have. Binding myself to you in a way that’s probably going to feel like dying when I walk away.

  “We’re making each other feel good for the next eighteen hours,” I said finally.

  “Eighteen hours,” she echoed softly. “Is that all we have?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And then we’ll pretend like this never happened.”

  I wrapped my arms around her, buried my face in the soft, sweet pillow of her breasts. It wasn’t a question, but I answered it anyway. “Yes…then I’ll pretend that it never happened. Pretend that I’ve never tasted you. Never heard you moan my name. Pretend I don’t know how you look and feel when you come.”

  Darcy stepped back a little and took my face in both her hands. Looked me in the eyes. “I shouldn’t do this to you. I know it’s wrong.”

  “Is it wrong?” I asked with a shrug of my shoulders. “If we’d met any other way, you and I, me wanting you, wouldn’t be a problem. But…there are relationships that are important to us that make it so this can never exist outside of this moment. Even indulging it just this once is probably a bad idea, but…” I drew my hands up the back of her legs, gripped her ass, and slipped my fingers between those pert cheeks to find her wet slit, skim across her pinched tight exit, make her gasp. “There’s no way I’m giving up the next eighteen hours.”

  I stood and tucked my hands under her arms, lifting her into the air. She wrapped her legs, arms, everything around me as I carried her over to her bed.

  “I’m gonna dive face-first into every single one of my fantasies.”

  “How dirty are these fantasies?” she asked as she peppered my lips with soft kisses.

  “Hm… There’s the one where you tie me to your bed and edge me all day but don’t let me come until you’re good and damn ready. Or the one where I eat your pussy by the pool in the middle of the day where any one of your neighbors or passersby could see. Or maybe one of the ones where you force me into a dark corner or up against the wall and command me to give you pleasure whenever and wherever you need it. But I think, right now… I just want you to use me. Ride me until I beg you to let me come and then use me some more.” I yanked the sheets and coverlet off the bed. We had so little time, and I didn’t want to waste even a second of it on untangling our limbs from them.

  Eighteen hours… I wanted more time, but I knew there was no point in pushing against that boundary. I was lucky to even have this.

  I crawled to the middle of the bed on my knees and deposited her gently on the pristine white sheets. Her knees fell wide, and I caught the scent of her arousal — musky, sweet, and still on my tongue. It nearly made me pin her to the bed with my dick.

  “Condoms,” I gritted out, but not before she lifted her hips, making the tip of my dick skim through her folds, dip into her opening. I fisted my hands in the sheets as she rolled her hips again. “Oh…shit. Condoms, condoms, condoms,” I chanted, but it took every bit of my strength to pull away and find my tux jacket and produce the packet of condoms I’d stowed there earlier today.

  She watched me with hooded eyes and played with her pussy, slipping her fingers inside as if she couldn’t wait to be filled.

  Nothing will ever compare to this, I thought, as I made my way back to the bed with the condoms in hand. I tore one from the trio, but my hands were trembling, and I couldn’t grasp it to tear it open.

  “Here,” she said, taking the condoms from me. “Lie down, sweetheart,” she said, shifting onto her knees.

  Heart nearly taking flight at the soft words and endearment that she used, I did as I was told. Flat on my back, my dick sprang rudely into the empty air. Darcey smiled and wiggled, tucking her feet under her bottom. With a featherlight touch, she stroked one hand from the root of my dick to the tip.

  “Fuck, Darcy,” I cursed softly, my hips lifting involuntarily to chase her touch.

  “Hm…so how does your dirty fantasy go again? I ride this…” She punctuated the word with a firm upward tug on my dick, thumb smearing the precum that spilled from the tip and spreading it over the head.

  “Yes,” I panted.

  “Hm,” she hummed again before fitting her lips around the tip of me and giving my dick a soft, sucking kiss. “Can you do that without coming?”

  “Shit… Darcy. I don’t…” She gave it another kiss, and I melted into the mattress, barely resisting the urge to thrust past her lips. “I don’t know, hermosa. I’m gonna try, but I don’t know. But my dick is still hard, and I’ve already come twice tonight. I wanna say it will stay that way until you’re done using me.”

  I had no business speaking so confidently in this moment, especially when nothing like this had ever happened to my body before. Not alone or with anyone else. But I wanted to believe that me and my body were made to serve her in this way, and if I fell short in some way, I would use my fingers or my tongue to get her off.

  “Well… I guess I’ll have to test it out and see.” She tore the foil packet with her teeth and rolled it on — quick, but with enough care and sensuality to have me lifting my hips, chasing her touch again.

  With my dick bobbing and reaching for her between our bodies, Darcy braced herself over me on her hands and knees. “Goddamn, Tommy. You have always been so damn pretty.”

  “I have?” I asked, basking in this moment of adoration.

  “Yes,” she said, nuzzling her nose against mine. “You and your rumpled hair, and your sweet smiles, and your yes, Ms. MacFarlands. So pretty…” she whispered.

  She reached down between us and wrapped her hand around me, held me steady, as she notched me at the opening of her pussy.

  Ohhh…shit. I was wrong. My heart was pounding, breath soughing from my lungs like I’d just finished a hard run. I was definitely going to come the moment I was inside of her. I could already feel that telltale tingling at the base of my spine.

  Darcy placed her hand in the middle of my chest. “Shhh…” she quieted. Her cool palm against my heated skin made it easier for me to take a deep breath and helped me relax a little.

  No. Relax was the wrong word.

  Surrender.

  Surrender was much closer to the feeling that rolled through me as my arms fell to my sides, hands still trembling with the need to hold her, touch her, make her end this torturous moment where my dick was notched at her opening. I wanted to grab her hips and force her down, but that wasn’t what I asked for, was it?

  She kissed me. Soft, wet kisses that had me lapping hungrily at her mouth and arching upward to taste more of her. To thrust my tongue into that wet heat because I needed to be inside of her in some way as she prolonged this moment. Her pussy made little fluttering, butterfly kisses on the tip of my dick, and I felt a little gush of liquid spill from her and trickle down the length of me.

  “Darcy, please. This is more torture than any man can take. Let me, let me in…” I begged the words, strung tight and hoarse with need.

  I couldn’t hold still like this much longer. My need was so intense that it washed over me in waves that wanted to end in a hard up
ward thrust that would seat me deep inside of her.

  When I thought I couldn’t wait a moment longer, she started to slide down my dick, taking me in, inch by slow inch, and I was wrong because this was worse. This slow teasing was worse in the most delicious way. She was searing hot inside, wet, tight heat that sent a shock of pleasure to my balls and up my spine. I fisted my hands in the sheets and willed myself not to come.

  Don’t come. Don’t come now because look at her. Jesus Christ… Darcy’s lashes fluttered closed as her pussy engulfed my dick. She went still and just held me there. So deep, inside of her, that the tip of me was snug against her womb, and her pussy rippled and clutched at my dick, and she made sexy, needy little sounds. Her face flushed, and she spread one hand across her lower belly. I covered that hand with my own.

  “Tommy,” she panted, her voice shaky and full of the same intense emotions that I was feeling, and holy shit… What a revelation to know that she felt this moment just as intensely as I did.

  “Take your time, hermosa. Go as slow as you need. I’ve waited this long to be with you. I’m in no rush.”

  She nodded and shivered, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and trickled down to the tip of her nose.

  Breathing slow and deep, I slid my palms up her thighs, curved them around her trim waist, and up her sides to cup her breasts. When I stroked my thumbs across her nipples, her hips rolled forward, and she picked up a slow, languid rhythm that had me at the precipice of coming in three strokes. The need was like a rush of tiny pinpricks all over my body, and fuck…no…not yet, not yet, not yet.

  Darcy shifted forward, bracing herself with one hand by my shoulder, and I rocked upward to meet her hips at the bottom of each stroke. This slow, deep fucking was so good, and apparently, it was exactly what she needed. And she let me know how much when each of my thrusts finished so deep inside of her that it forced out a little whimper. Or maybe that was me. Maybe I was the one making those sounds.