Page 30 of Infatuated

My vision goes a little dark around the edges as I push down the incessant need to pin her against a tree and grind into her.

She slides off me when we get to the fishing house, and I miss her warmth wrapped around me.Soon.

“Where are we?”

“Someplace where we won’t be bothered by anyone.” She’s hesitant and bites the inside of her cheek as she shifts from foot to foot. “We’re not having sex today,” I assure her.

She whips her head to look at me. “We’re not?”

I shake my head and squeeze her hand. “No. You don’t trust me enough for that. I want you to be really sure. You can’t take that back.”

I think about the first time with Kasey. She was so eager, too, told me she was ready, but I hurt her. Neither of us had a clue what we were doing besides insert tab A into slot B. She was so nervous and couldn’t relax under my touch.

My first push into her, she cried out in pain. I tried smothering her in kisses to take it away, but she told me to just get it over with. I got off in two thrusts, and she didn’t at all. I tried to make it up to her, but she was too annoyed and didn’t want me to touch her.

Once she finally cooled down, we took the time to learn one another. We would sneak out early mornings, telling our parents we were going for a run, and find someplace to explore one another. It was during one of those meet-ups I learned she likes control, and I wanted to make her happy.

The thing is, though, I don’t like giving up the control. I’m too type A for that shit. I want it done the way I want. There were so many signs the two of us shouldn’t have been together, but I was just too blind to see them. Now that I have, I wish we’d broken up sooner.

“I’m sure this is what I want.” She’s trying to sound so confident, but I hear the uncertainty in her voice.

“Regardless, it’s not happening.”

I open the door and wait for her to walk inside. The space is cramped, but considering what we’ll be using it for, that doesn’t matter. It’s better to be close anyway. Shelves line the perimeter of the shack, housing winter gear and fishing equipment. There are two backed stools pushed into a corner, and I laid some blankets out to make it a little more comfortable.

I close the door handle, making sure it’s secure before I turn to her. Her arms are wrapped around her midsection while she looks around at everything. I point to the ground.

“Sit.”

Her wide eyes meet mine, and I see her fear. She’s too nervous. This isn’t going to work unless she can calm down.

I step into her space, wrap my arm around her waist, and caress her cheek with my hand. She places her hands on my hips, steadying herself. Her lips part, and her breathing hitches. I lower my lips to hers and lick along the seam of her mouth, teasing her. Then she huffs out a breath, and when she opens for me, I explore. Our tongues dance together as I pull her closer, needing to feel her curves against my body.

She rocks into my growing length, and a small moan escapes that I promptly swallow, hoping to elicit more as the morning goes on. Today is about her. I want to make her feel good. I want her to help me figure out what she likes.

I pull back. Her eyes are hooded, and her lips are kiss swollen. “Sit,” I say as I push gently on her shoulders. She relents and goes down onto her knees, sitting back on her heels. I stand in front of her as she stares right at my crotch. She licks her lips and reaches her hand up to it.

I wrap my fingers around her wrist, stopping her. She looks up at me with wide, begging eyes. I shake my head and pull a blue and white striped tie out from my pocket, holding it out for her to touch it before I kneel down in front of her.

“I’ll blindfold myself. Today is about you. We’ll try a few things and see if you like it. Okay?”

“What things?” Her voice is thick and deeper than normal. She’s already so turned on.

“You already told me last night was the furthest you’ve been with a guy, so I thought you could help me figure out what you like.” She nods slowly in understanding. “Take everything off.”

Her fingers hesitate at the hem of her dress, and she blushes. I’ve already seen her in less than the white bikini she has on under it, but this is about her being comfortable. I put the silky tie to my eyes and tie it around the back of my head, darkening everything around me.

I hear the rustle of her clothing. She takes a deep breath and settles down again.

“Can, um… can you take your clothes off, too?” she asks. I don’t even need to see her to know she’s blushing from head to toe.

“I’ll take off my shirt. This is about you, Lana.”

I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it to the side. She touches me, and my stomach contracts when her cold fingers come in contact with my warm skin. She tries to pull back, but I hold her hand in place.

Placing my hand in the center of her chest, I apply a small amount of pressure. “Lay down,” I whisper.

I keep my hand on her as she lowers herself down onto her back. I crawl next to her, my face inches from her face. “I want you to use my fingers to touch yourself.”