Free Hardpressed by Meredith Wild Page A

the bedroom. I was trembling now, shivering. The water hadn’t been that cool. I was terrified. Why? Blake had never really hurt me. He’d never hurt me. I stood at the edge of the bed, unsure what to do.
    Blake came up behind me. I fisted my hands into the terry cloth of the towel that was bunched around between my breasts. I took a deep breath to quell the quiet tremors that staggered through me.
    “This isn’t what I want. What you’re feeling now. We haven’t even done anything and you’re scared to death.”
    I turned to face him. “Tell me what to do. I’m nervous. I’m afraid I’ll do something wrong.”
    “No, you’re afraid I’m going to hurt you.”
    I clenched my jaw and hated that he’d given voice to my fears—fears that were so deeply a part of me. They’d followed me around for years. I wanted to cry at the thought that I’d never be free from them. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
    “If you’re so sure, why are you scared?”
    I swallowed hard. “You know why.”
    He lifted my chin, angling my face to his. His eyes brewed with emotion in the soft light of the room. He was deciding. I could see the calculations taking place. He was weighing the pull of his desire against the very real chance that I could freak out if he did something too far outside of my comfort zone.
    I dropped my towel and pressed my body against his. His skin burned against mine. My body began to unwind at the warmth of the contact.
    He palmed my breast and took my nipple between his fingertips, twisting the hardened tip gently. “What if I just want to toss you on the bed and fuck you senseless? Vanilla. Missionary. Hard.”
    I bit my lip. His words washed over me like a heat wave. That sounded very appealing, but he was dodging me. “I’m sure you can come up with something more creative than that.”
    He silenced me with a hard kiss. “Slow. We’re going to go slow. I’m going to make love to you, baby.”
    His words sounded more like an affirmation than an expression of what he really wanted, deep down. His hands were restless, carefully grasping and releasing me as if he were at war with his own body. His urgency lit the fire in me. A warm glow built in my core and shot through my limbs until my skin was as fevered as his.
    I kissed him back, swallowing the affirmations that would sell us both short on what we wanted, craved. I gripped his shoulders, tangling my fingers in his hair. I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted to coax out the animal that wanted to come at me with everything he had. I wasn’t scared anymore. I needed him.
    “Take me how you want me. Do anything you want. God, please. I need it, need you,” I moaned, rubbing myself helplessly against him.
    “No.” He uttered the refusal through gritted teeth. His body was taut, frozen, as if a single movement would break his resolve.
    I licked my lips, nearly wild with the sensation of his erection against my belly. I wanted him so badly I thought I would go mad. I couldn’t wait anymore. In an instant, I lowered to my knees and caressed his length gently in my palms. I’d figure out how to be submissive with or without his help. I slid my mouth over the tip and sucked, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. I moaned, loving the taste of him, the subtle scent of his body.
    He let out a sigh, as if he’d been holding his breath for far too long. I licked him, sucked him, and grazed my teeth ever so softly until he trembled slightly. Submissive or not, I held all the cards in this position. But maybe I didn’t have to.
    I slowed my motions and relaxed my mouth. I grabbed him from behind and pushed him deep until he hit the back of my throat. His breath whistled through his teeth. He slid out of me slowly, his cock resting on my lips. I dug my fingernails into his ass and he jolted forward into my mouth. I swallowed, undulating over the head of his cock.
    “Fuck.” He sifted his fingers through my hair, cradling my head. “What are