“Won’t you be too hot?” she asked.
“Let me worry about me. If I get too hot, I’ll push it off. You just relax and watch your program.”
She wasn’t sure how she could be expected to pay attention to some colorful ponies on TV when she was lying on him. The warmth of him gradually had her relaxing, though. For someone so hard and muscular he was amazingly comfortable to lie on. Maybe it was that his scent was so intoxicating. Or it could be that his arms made her feel secure. Small but protected. He settled one hand against her upper thigh, making her tense momentarily. But when it didn’t move, she settled back down.
He reached down and grabbed her water bottle, holding it up her lips. She tried to grab hold of it herself. But he pulled it from her reach. “Uh-uh, let Daddy help you.”
She relaxed against him once more as he held the bottle to her lips. She took some long gulps as his hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the cheeks of her bottom.
He set the bottle down as he ran his finger up and over the curve of her bottom. She shivered as her clit started to ache.
Up and down. Light brushes of his fingertips against her skin. Did he realize what he was doing? Every so often, he would bring the bottle to her lips. She’d suck down some water. And he would keep up with the movements. Around and around his fingers went. Then they crept closer to the seam of her ass. She clenched her cheeks together.
“Sh,” he whispered to her. “It’s okay, baby girl.”
The tension seeped out of her as he didn’t press his finger any deeper. But as his touch grew closer to her pussy, her stomach tightened.
“Macca?” she asked, squirming slightly. She didn’t know how much more play she could take.
“I want to make you feel good. Would you like that, sweet pea?”
Her breath hitched. Would she like it? Was he insane?
“I. . .I thought you said we wouldn’t. . .”
“We’re not having sex. I just want to have a little play and make you feel good. What do you think?”
She didn’t think. She just reacted. She nodded her head.
“I need you to say the words for me,” he whispered.
Well, hell. “Yes. I want that. Please.”
“Widen your legs for me.”
She moved her legs so fast, placing them on either side of his, that he let out a surprised bark of laughter. She stiffened. God, she was a dork.
“It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed,” he told her gently. “I like that you’re so eager to have me touch you. Because I feel exactly the same way. All I can think about are these delectable ass cheeks and how I want to caress them,” he ran his fingers over her bottom, “squeeze them,” his hand took firm hold of one cheek, “and kiss them, but that’s a demonstration for another day.”
Damn.
His chest moved again.
She sighed with resignation. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“Yep,” he confirmed. “But like I told you earlier, I like knowing what you’re thinking. Makes life easier for me. I also like knowing that your body reacts to me as much as mine does to you.” He dipped a finger down to her slick lips, running it up and down her folds. As he lightly swirled the tip around her swollen nub, she groaned.
“So wet. Is this for me? Do you like lying against me, sweet pea? Do you like having me touch you?”
Wasn’t it obvious? “Y-yes,” she replied, not wanting to risk him stopping.
Stopping would be bad, very bad.
He drew her slightly up his body, so her head now rested next to his. His lips brushed her ear. “Now, I want you to stay very still for me, understand? I’m going to explore you. I’m going to bring you to pleasure. I want you to make as much noise as you feel like, but you’re not to move around or to come until I give you permission.”
She whimpered. Stay still? Not come without permission? Was he kidding? She’d read about men who liked to take control, who put others pleasure first, but she’d never thought to experience this. . .never thought to meet someone like Macca.
He wrenched the blanket away then gave her a sharp smack on her ass. Her startled cry turned into a moan of pleasure as he massaged the spot he’d slapped.