six
Phil
A few moments pass before what I’ve suggested registers with Maya. Her face flames and her eyes go wide. I can’t help myself and draw her into my arms for a much more satisfying kiss than our first. Her back is straight, her shoulders stiff and it feels like she’s fighting to keep from responding. I’m determined not to allow that to happen. I need her response.
Coaxing her lips to part the slightest bit, I run the tip of my tongue over her lower lip then close mine around it, giving a soft tug. Finally her hands lift to my shoulders and her fingers flex. If we were in private, I’d accept her unconscious invitation and deepen the kiss. Out here, I don’t want to give those kids any more of a show, so I ease away.
Aching to take her home with me, I’m afraid my smile is sad. “We’d better go.”
“Yes.”
When she rises, she turns a narrow-eyed gaze toward the teens then squares her shoulders and lifts her chin. Her back is straight showing every inch of her height. I take her hand, kiss the back, then turn it to brush my lips over her palm. A shiver travels under my lips and I trace it to the inside of her wrist. Then I smile at her. “Good girl.”
She catches her lower lip between her teeth. Dear god, this woman is going to kill me. She returns my smile. “Thank you.”
“Any time, honey.”
When I pull up behind her apartment and put my car in park. Maya reaches over, turns off the ignition, and removes the key. “You’re coming upstairs with me.”
My cock jumps to attention. Telling myself she might not mean what I hope doesn’t do anything to curb my body’s enthusiasm. I find my voice. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”
“So my brother loves to tell me. The bossy part anyway. Sometimes being straight forward and bossy is the only way to get what you want.”
“What do you want, Maya?”
She holds my gaze without flinching. “You.”
Once in the apartment though, her bravado fades and she faces me, dismay conquering her expression. “Phil, I’m sorry. I want to… be with you. I just don’t know how this is going to work. My knee…”
I’ve been thinking about this possible moment way too frequently and my mental list of possibilities races through my brain. “Will you trust me, baby doll?”
“Yes. Even if all we do is make out, that will be enough for me tonight.”
“Really?” I circle her, skimming my palm around her waist.
“I… yes. For tonight.”
Pressed against her back, I catch her earlobe with my teeth and nip hard enough to make her gasp. “Not for me, Maya.”
“Phil, I can’t promise… I don’t know how to manage with my knee.”
“If I… if we do anything that causes you pain, tell me immediately.”
“Like a safe word?”
She needs to know that even when we’re lost in passion, I won’t ignore her wishes or her safety. “Yes.”
“Pushup.”
“Maya?”
“That’s my word. If I say pushup you’ll stop?”
Pressing my mouth to the rapid pulse on her neck I chuckle. “I’ll stop. When I do, you must also promise to tell me why. What I’ve done that’s uncomfortable so we can try again a different way.”
“This sounds like you’ve done this before.” Her tone is rough with rising passion.
I’m not sure if she’s asking for confirmation or accusing me of dark sexual acts. Not that I wouldn’t be tempted with her in my bed. That’s play for another time. Tonight is about forging new links in our relationship. Testing the compatibility we share. Hell, just making her feel good.
I need her to feel more than she ever has. A better buildup of tension. More spectacular orgasms. I need this more than air. “Not in the way I think you mean, honey. No matter what you hope to do, to feel, no matter who, or when, consent is vital.”
“I’ll try not to disappoint you.”
Whirling her to face me I capture her face between my hands. “Maya, listen to me. I’ll only be disappointed if you hide your wishes or reactions from me. Making love is a partnership.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Not always an equal one. That’s why communication is so important.”
“I do understand. Really. I’m just… nervous. About my knee.” Her gaze skitters away and she attempts to duck her head.
My hands hold her in place until she finally opens her eyes and really sees me. The sparkle returns to the dark depths, her invitation blatant and irresistible.
Who am I to try and resist the irresistible?
Parted lips welcome mine as with a soft whimper of need she presses her body against mine. Perfect. There’s want and desire in our slow, exploratory kisses but no desperation. As though we have eternity. That’s what I want. An eternity with Maya.
Breathless, we ease away from each other. She takes my hand and leads me into her bedroom. A flash of doubt shadows her eyes. Before my passion muddled brain reacts, she steps away and lights a trio of candles on the dresser. “Ambiance is always good.”
Lifting the hem of her dress she exposes her knee. “I’d like to keep the brace on, if that’s okay? For support?”
“You don’t need permission, honey. Whatever makes you comfortable, secure. Whatever you want.”
“I want you, Phil. More than I can stand.”
“Then stop standing, baby doll. Let’s get you comfortable.”
I’m shocked when she reaches under her skirt and removes her panties. My jaw drops when she shimmies out of the dress. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, she now stands before me, bathed in candlelight, naked except for the black brace supporting her knee. “Oh, Maya. My beautiful Maya.”
She’s worked her knee a lot today so her limp is more pronounced when she walks toward me. I meet her in the center of the large room and sweep her up into my arms.
“Phil, put me down,” she laughs.
“When I’m damn good and ready.” I carry her three steps to her bed and sit on the edge with her on my lap. My hand glides over the warm, trembling skin on her side up and over her breasts. I hesitate only a moment before dipping my fingers between her legs.
I groan at the silk of her smooth mound and the evidence of her arousal. Slipping a finger between her folds, I capture her sigh with a kiss. Now I’m desperate for her, my mouth demanding as I tease her clit. Somehow without stopping the kiss, I ease her to the bed. “I’ve got to taste you, baby doll.”
Using pillows, I prop up and protect her knee. Her eyelids are half lowered as she watches me care for her comfort. Her little half smile is so damn sexy. “I really wish you’d take your shirt off.”
It’s a struggle to tear myself from her for even the shortest time. I manage to stand and pull my polo over my head.
“Can I change my wish?”
“Anything.”
She licks her lower lip and my cock jumps. “I don’t think it’s fair that I’m nekkid and you’re not.”
“Nekkid?” The word makes me laugh, the idea…best idea so far. “I can do that.”
The relief when my cock rises free of its denim prison and I give a firm stroke only increases my need to pleasure my woman. Ladies first as my dad always told me.
“Phil?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“What are you waiting for? I’d be concerned you’ve changed your mind but…”
I give my cock another stroke before settling my shoulders between her thighs, careful to avoid bumping her knee from its pillow perch. “I can’t wait to taste you, baby doll.”
Her fingers appear in my narrowed focus to spread her sex, exposing herself to me. She’s shaking, whether from desire or fear, I’m not sure. Either way, I’m making it right for her. Cupping one hand over hers, I guide her fingers to her clit. “Show me what you want. What you like.”
She hesitates, her breathing harsh. Her hips tilt. I could take over except she needs this to believe she’s desirable. Some dick in her past broke her confidence. We’ll fix this. Together.
“Phil.” My name is a sigh and her finger moves from side to side. “This, like this.”
Inching forward, I match the movement with my tongue, relishing the uninhibited sounds she makes in response. Then my mind blanks to everything but her pleasure. Licking, sucking, nipping until she’s writhing against my face. Panting my name. With one hand I steady her thigh. The other finds her wet, slick channel. One finger. Two. I stroke in as deeply as I can then angle to find her g-spot.
The jerking of her muscles and her low moan tell me I’ve discovered that special place. Experimenting with speeds and pressures I wait until she tells me, “Yes. That. Like that.”
I give her that. Like that. Moving my hand from her thigh, I rest my palm below her navel. My tongue and lips are busy on her clit. Silently I encourage her as I press down on her lower belly. That’s it, Maya. Feel how I’m making you come. Come for me, baby doll.
With a sharp cry, she explodes. Lightly sucking her clit, I draw out her orgasm, loving how her body clenches around my fingers. As she calms, I crawl up the bed and lay on my side facing her.
“You are so beautiful when you come, baby doll.” I lick my fingers. “And tasty.”