"How come you get to do the oral and I have to wait until Wednesday to do the oral?"
"Because I'm in charge and I say so."
"Hmm, I do like you being in charge. Your confidence makes me feel confident. And wanted. And also I just sorta get off on following directions."
Her breathing has increased while she speaks and her chest is flush. She's got small tits. They're real and perfect and I like watching them rise and fall on her chest from this angle. I like watching her head fall back when I suck her clit between my lips and I fucking love the feel of her fingers gripping my shoulders so she doesn't fall over and the way she's tilting her hips to get closer to my mouth.
I grip her ass cheeks with my hands to steady her and slide the tip of my finger over the strip of skin from her pussy to her ass. That gets her attention. Her head falls forward with a small 'oh' coming from her mouth as I circle her asshole with the tip of my finger. She tenses then relaxes when I suck harder on her clit. The heel of her foot digs into my back and she rises up on the ball of her one foot when I circle again.
She's fucking perfect.
I remove her foot from my shoulder and push her back onto the bed so I can spread her legs farther apart. I like unrestricted access while I'm working, though this is more of a hobby than a job.
"Tell me what you like," I instruct as I run my hands up and down the insides of her thighs. I place a kiss on her stomach, just below her belly button, and palm her calves as I position her knees where I want them.
"All yesses so far," she breathes out on a happy sigh and I laugh.
"I meant very specifically, good girl, since you don't have any comparison."
I spread her apart with my thumbs and trail my tongue between her folds while keeping an eye on her. She's got one hand on her stomach and the other gripping the duvet over her head. Her tits are rising and falling on her chest and her head is turned to the side facing the windows, but her eyes are scrunched closed.
Fuck, she's so pretty here. Wet and pink and slick and I'm fucking into it. I could look at her and taste her all night.
I run my tongue over her from bottom to top, lightly. Then again with more force.
"Which did you prefer?"
"Oh." Her eyes blink open and she squirms. "I don't know. I liked it both ways."
I do it again. And once more before she arches her foot and tells me she liked the lighter sweep best.
Then I wrap my mouth over her clit and suck. Softly first. Then again with more suction. She likes the rougher suction here.
I lick and suck and nip and include fingers into the mix, all the while asking her to verbalize which she likes best. I have a pretty good idea of exactly what she likes based on the rise of her chest and the arch of her feet. The way the fingers lying on her stomach tense and relax and how the muscles on her thighs flex and her legs fall open or tighten around my shoulders.
But I like hearing it from her.
"What if I don't like this the same way every time though?" she asks after she's come twice. Her thighs are wet from herself and she's a bit breathless as I've just made her tell me exactly how much pressure she likes from my fingers stroking that perfect spot inside her. "What if I'm teaching you bad habits based on what I'm liking right this second?"
God help me, she's too much.
"I'm much better at adapting than negotiating," I respond. I manage to do it without breaking a smile.
"Oh. Okay." She nods and blows out a breath.
I stand and yank my shirt off with one hand to the back of my neck and a tug. Then I drop my pants and pull Lydia to a standing position before lying back on the bed myself.
"Straddle me," I tell her, fisting my cock with one hand. I'm so fucking hard I feel like I could blow right now. I thumb the pre-cum off my tip and use it to jack myself. Lydia's eyes flare at the instruction and then she's clambering up the bed and tossing one leg over mine, placing her hand on my chest for balance and resting her weight on my thighs with her bottom.
She takes over for me, sliding her hand up and down the length of me, her eyes darting back and forth between my cock and my face, her tongue peeking out between her lips in concentration.
"I still don't get how this fits inside of me," she says, eyes wide as she lifts on her knees a bit to guide me to her entrance.
"It fit nicely last night," I remind her and she blushes.
"My body must produce some kind of magic lubrication to make this possible." She brushes the head of me against her entrance and I hiss at the heat and wetness and it takes a considerable amount of restraint not to take over and slam up into her. Instead I rub my hands along the tops of her thighs, encouraging her as she notches me inside.
So fucking tight. She might be right about the magic.
She manages to sink an inch or so onto me, but her face is tense and her pussy is tenser. She lifts up and sinks back down, blowing out a breath while I tell her to relax. I touch her everywhere. I stroke her thighs, run my hands up her sides, cup her tits and thumb her nipples all while she exhales and repeats the inch or two descent before rising back up on her knees to stop gravity from doing its job.
"I can't, Rhys. I can't do it like this yet. I'm sorry." She lets go of my cock and swings her leg over and off of me, dropping to her ass on the mattress beside me. "I'm sorry," she repeats and I frown because what the fuck? Hearing ‘I'm sorry’ coming out of her mouth is the last thing I want right now.
"You're too big and it's too tight that way. I'm not very good at this. It's too soon, I have to work up to doing it like that. It works better for me if you're doing it. Did you pay Vince already? You should ask for a refund or a reduced rate or something since I cannot do it all the ways you want to do it. I'm sorry. Can we do it a different way where you're the doer? Like doggie style maybe? Then you'd be in charge and I'm better at this when you're in charge and on top." She's waving her hands around as she talks and I grab one and pull her down on top of me.
"Lydia." I pause until I know I've got her attention.
"What?"
"I don't want you to be sorry."
"Okay," she agrees but she drops her eyes and her shoulders are still tense.
"We don't have to do a position that makes you uncomfortable. Ever."
"Okay."
"Though I promise you, riding me like a filthy cowgirl is a position you'll enjoy very much when you work up a little confidence."
"Hmm, maybe." She shrugs but she's drawing circles on my chest with her fingertip and peeking at me beneath her lashes, a blush again coloring her skin.
"And until then there are many, many more configurations we can try."
That works.
"How many?" Her interest is piqued and she's wiggled closer. Her eyes are shining at me in that way that makes me feel like I'm the center of the fucking universe.
"So many. But we're going to skip doggie style for now, as lovely as an offer as it was, and as much as I'd like you on your hands and knees while I yank on your hair and pound into you from behind."
"Oh." She pouts, making no effort to hide her expression, her brow furrowed and her lips turned down. "Why can't we do that right now? I like the sound of that."