He crouched down, his hands on her thighs. She had them pressed together to keep herself somewhat covered.
“I know this is a lot to take in. But I’m here to help, all right? Whatever you need, you only have to ask.”
“All right,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Do you want to shower on your own or do you want Daddy to bathe you?”
She swallowed hard. Her legs definitely felt like jelly. But she wasn’t sure if she was ready for him to see her completely naked.
“I know I’ve pushed you a lot tonight, so I’m giving you the choice. But soon, I’m going to see all of you. There won’t be a part of you that I haven’t kissed, touched, studied.”
Her breath hitched. Jesus. She couldn’t be turned on again, could she? Her gaze went lower to the bulge in his jeans. “Do you want me to help you with that?”
Oh no. Did she just say that? What was she going to do? She knew nothing about cocks.
All right. That’s not entirely true. You know what you’ve read in books. You could use that as an instructional manual, right?
She just needed to reread all those scenes with blow jobs. Damn, she wished she had her eReader. But maybe she could find some free books to download onto her new phone.
“Did I lose you, Mari-girl?”
“What? No! Sorry.” She knew she was bright red.
He grinned. It was a wicked grin that made his eyes dance. She braced herself for what was about to come out of his mouth.
“Did you just offer to give me a blow job?”
“What? I-I-I . . . what?”
He waited patiently for her to finish stumbling over her words.
“I think so,” she said lamely.
He threw back his head and laughed. “Well, when you know so, then you can give me one. What you can do is part your legs and let me have a small taste of your pussy before I go take care of this.”
Her eyes widened. He wanted to taste her? Wait. He was going to take care of things himself?
Holy shit was her first thought.
Can I watch? was her second.
Jeez, Marisol. When did you become a voyeur?
Linc ran his hands up along the inside of her thighs, slowly parting them until she was completely on display for him. As soon as she realized what he’d done, she put her hand down to cover herself.
“Uh-uh, hands on your thighs and keep them there. This is my reward.”
“Reward for what?” she asked, removing her hand and placing her palms on her thighs. God, it was hard. What did he think? Did he think she was pretty? Was she funny looking? Oh man, she wished he’d say something.
“Reward for not ordering you to strip off, lie back on the bed so I can have my way with you. It’s taking a lot of restraint. You should let me have my reward.”
“I don’t know if I can . . . I’m so sensitive down there.”
“Who said you were going to get to come? This is my reward. I want a taste. Naughty girl.”
Her mouth opened then shut. Then he ginned at her and winked.
She growled at him. Actually growled. She was shocked at herself.
“Of course I did say you could come as often as you wanted to tonight. So I’m just gonna have my reward and whether you want to come or not is up to you. If it’s sore or too sensitive, though, you tell me and I’ll stop.”
He started kissing his way up her thigh.
What if she smelled awful? She was still slick from the orgasms he’d given her. What if she didn’t taste nice? How mortifying would that be?”
“Red!” she called out before she could think about it. Immediately, he sat back on his heels, giving her a surprised look.
He withdrew his hands and she wanted to put them back on her legs, feeling bereft without his touch.
Mierda!
She’d made a mistake.
“Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I’m sorry. I pushed too much, didn’t I? Of course you’re too sensitive. What was I thinking?” He was frowning, berating himself and she couldn’t stand it.
“I’m sorry!” she burst out.
He blinked, looking confused. “What are you sorry for, baby? I’m the one who pushed too hard. I should have backed off when you said you were sensitive. You’re just so gorgeous, it’s hard to keep my hands off you. Do you need some space? Maybe a warm cloth between your legs will help.”
He made to stand and she lurched forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Hey, what’s this?” He patted her back. “It’s okay. Shit, you’re shaking. I deserve a whipping for upsetting you. Hey. Hey.” He sat next to her, pulling her onto his lap and rocking her. “It’s all right. Nothing happens that you don’t want to happen. Did I scare you? Mari-girl, you have to talk to me!”
“I took away your reward,” she wailed.
He tensed. “What? That’s why you’re upset? Baby . . .”
“I just, I’ve never had a man’s mouth there . . . well, obviously I haven’t. I’ve never done anything. What if you didn’t like it? What if I taste weird? What if—”
He placed his hand over her mouth. “Gonna stop you right there, Mari-girl. You’re worrying far too much about something you shouldn’t. Like I told you, there’s not a part of your body I won’t know. I want all of you. You’re the most gorgeous, sexy, sweetest person I’ve ever met.”
She still didn’t know how he could think that.
“All I have to do is think of you and I get hard. Parts of sex are messy and sometimes strange, but it’s all about what we both enjoy. You’re not going to know if you enjoy it until you try it. Try oral sex, don’t like it, then maybe we put it on the back burner to try another day. Try a certain position, don’t like it, same thing. Okay? There’s no right or wrong. But just so you know, you smell delicious and you’re going to taste even better. The only problem will be how badly I get addicted to the taste of you.”
Oh dear Lord.
He leaned back to look into her face. “You good now?”
She nodded. “Sorry for overreacting. I panicked and then when you stopped touching me, I panicked some more.”
He frowned with a nod. “You took me withdrawing touch as rejection or punishment?”
“Kind of.”
“I pulled back because you said your safeword and I thought it was what you wanted. I won’t do that again, all right?”
“All right.”
“I think you’ve had enough for the night. You’re exhausted. Do you want a snack before bed?”
She nodded. “Just a small one, maybe.”
“I’ll grab you something. Want me to run you a bath or you just want a shower?”
“I thought you wanted your reward?” she whispered quietly.
“There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, you need sleep more than anything else. Now, shower or bath?”
“Shower please.”
“All right. Stand up and show me you’re steady enough to shower on your own.”
She stood, managing to get her legs to work.
“Good enough. You can eat your snack then take a short shower only. Don’t put the water on too hot and leave the door open so I can hear you if anything happens.”