Free Never Have I Ever by August Clearwing Page B

that just cornered its prey. I swallowed down the reluctance in my throat at the thought of what was to come.
    “I’ve never done anything like this before, you know,” I told him.
    His voice was once again like liquid platinum. “I know. But, from what I experienced last night, I can already tell that you’re a natural, Piper. Don’t be afraid; we’ll take this slow. As much as I am going to enjoy you, I want you to enjoy it too.”
    I could only nod.
    He touched his wine glass to mine and said, “Drink up. We have a long night ahead of us.”
     

{CHAPTER FIVE}
     
    Noah’s tongue was in my mouth. His left hand cradled the back of my neck. My dress rode up my thighs as I straddled him, more or less pinning him to the corner of the L-shaped sofa. Even though I was on top of him, his movements dictated mine. My hair fell over one side of my shoulders and brushed against the side of his face as he carried on kissing me with abandon. His right hand found the back of my leg. He pulled me into him a little more as his fingers slid beneath the hem of my dress to my naked hip and then my ass. It drove the hardness behind the fabric of his pants in between my legs until it was near to grinding against my sex.
    Then he pushed away from me, growling; “Stand up.”
    I kissed him hard one more time but obeyed his demand. I had to. I agreed to this after all. In a near whimper out of having to move away from him, I climbed off the couch to stand in the wide space between it and the coffee table.
    He stayed in his position, relaxed against the couch, to look up at me. “I told you earlier I liked that dress on you. I’ve since decided I think I’d like it better on the floor. Take it off. Heels as well.”
    I bent at my waist and unbuckled the straps of my high heels. I stepped out of them and placed them behind me.  At first I tried to hesitate and play it shy while I took off the dress, but before I could fully do so I was already pulling the zipper down on the side of the smooth black cloth. I lightly pushed the straps from my shoulders and the whole thing fell from my torso. I had to scoot out of it at my hips until it drifted to the floor.
    With any other man, I would’ve been able to hesitate. I would’ve been able to be coy and reserved and retain a specific amount of control over myself because the men I used to date were never direct. They never knew what they wanted, or if it was all right to have it. If, by some miracle, they did know what they wanted then they certainly had no idea how to go about taking it. Noah wasn’t like any other man I’d met. All of my reservations fell away around him. My introvert retreated and I was left naked, literally as well as figuratively, as a canvas for him to paint to his desire.
    He moved his finger in a circular motion, an un-spoken command to spin around. I turned slowly. My heart rate jumped a little. This was the first time he’d seen me undressed in full light instead of the shadows of my apartment. I began to feel self-conscious about what he may consider flaws in me. Were my hips too wide? My skin too pale? Was the C-cup size of my breasts too small or too large for his liking? All of the unspoken questions crept up on me.
    “Good,” he said. He held up his hand in a stop signal once I was facing him again. “Kneel with your legs apart.”
    I dropped down with as much grace as I could manage to my knees to minimize the impact of the hardwood floor. My legs were spread at an acute angle. I sat on the backs of my legs and placed my hands on my thighs.
    “Wider,” he said. “Display everything to me like the slut you are.”
    I loved the way he said that word. I rocked a bit on my knees as they spread apart further. I could already tell I was once again dripping.
    While I was perfectly aware of the plethora of possibilities when it came to a Dom and sub relationship, a looming knot tightened in my stomach at the newness of the experience. I understood the