to keep you barefoot and pregnant; I want to keep you bare naked and in bed, or over my lap for some bit of mischief, and it’s what your body craves, too.”
His fingers, which had roamed upwards to that spot that only he seemed to know about on her body, distracted her mightily, but she repeated, “No!” again, with much less conviction, almost as an afterthought.
“Yes,” he countermanded, stroking her furiously, watching for every way her body betrayed her, siding with him in this argument on a primal, primitive level. Her pupils were huge, she was panting, and he could feel her muscles tightening, readying themselves for the final culmination, as he mercilessly worried that little scrap of flesh.
“Brandt?” Her voice was reedy.
“Yes, baby?”
“What’s happening to me? I’m scared.”
The words ‘epic fail’ went through his mind, and he realized that he should have explained what was going to happen before he began to hurtle her towards something she had no experience with. He immediately gathered her into his arms, holding her tight against him, rocking just slightly. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry, I’m such a dolt.”
She was flabbergasted. No man she’d ever known would have admitted something like that to a woman, much less said he was sorry to her for something she assumed he hadn’t done on purpose.
“I should have explained. Remember when we were making love, just before I fell on top of you?”
“I think so.” She didn’t know what this had to do with her, but she was willing to play along.
“Well, I got all tense, and I probably screamed or yelled or howled or something just a few seconds before?”
Lita nodded. “I figured you’d gotten a cramp or something.”
His smile cut through his face, lightening its natural darkness, and she knew he was laughing at her, but he wasn’t doing it out loud, and she knew he wasn’t trying to make her feel like an idiot. “It’s definitely not a cramp, because cramps hurt like hell. It’s... it’s the ultimate pleasure. It’s ecstasy. It’s better than any dessert you could imagine, better than... better than anything. It’s pure, unadulterated pleasure, and it will probably happen for me pretty much any time we make love, but for a woman, it’s a bit different – not as easy to achieve, sometimes.
“But you’re special, Lita. You’re... well, despite your upbringing and all you’ve had to overcome about that to find yourself here, naked in my arms after I’ve made love to you, your body finds everything I’ve done to it so far to be very wonderful – even the spankings, although I know you don’t believe it – and there’s an end to it. It’s an orgasm, and it’s different from anything you’ve experienced before. It’s a bit nervous making this first time, I imagine, but it doesn’t hurt, I promise you. In fact, just the exact opposite. It’s... well, I can’t really describe it to you. You’re just going to have to trust me that this build up isn’t all there is, and I won’t stop until I know you’ve cum.”
“Come?”
“Cum. C-u-m. Had an orgasm.”
“How will you know?”
He was grinning broadly again. “I have a feeling you’ll tell me in your own way.” Brandt brushed her hair away from her shoulders and said, “Trust me on this, please, and try to relax, although I know it’s hard. There’s a reward at the end like you cannot believe, I promise.”
And he was nothing if not right. They resumed their former positions, and a few minutes later, her head began to thrash back and forth on the pillow. Brandt whispered soft encouragement, but didn’t let up the pressure of the way his fingers were swirling around her clit, dipping down occasionally to get a bit slicker, but always returning right back to that same point.
Just before her body began contracting, she begged him to stop, but he had a feeling she was very close and he ignored her for just long enough to send her into orbit.
And