The Agreement (22 page)

"You're so nice and
big
." I
gasped, the pleasure building as he entered me just a couple of inches and then
withdrew, teasing my clit with the head before plunging back inside me again.

"You're so nice and
tight
." He
closed his eyes and thrust deeper.  He remained inside me this time, his
thumb against my clit, stroking all around it while he just kept still. I
couldn’t help it. I wanted to feel him move inside of me, a little deeper, and
I thrust my hips up, trying to increase the sensations.

"Feels good, doesn’t it? So
sweet
…"

He thrust a bit, still only a couple of inches
inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit. Straight fucking with other men had
never felt that good before and I'd always only come through oral sex. Now,
with all the workup, with everything that happened since the concert hall, all
the nerve ending inside of me seemed to be on fire, and every time he thrust, I
felt closer and closer to going over the edge.

"I feel," I said, my eyes closing as
the sweetness built, " that feels
so
…"

I watched him from under my eyelashes and his
eyes were closed as he thrust slowly inside of me, still so much of him outside
of my body he was so big. This was just teasing me with his cock. He wasn't
really thrusting deep or fast. Just slow, pulling out every couple of thrusts,
stroking over my labia to my clit and then back inside. But it was enough and
my body started to tense as my orgasm started.

"
Ohhh
." Waves of pleasure
spread out from my center, up into my belly and down my thighs. "Oh,
God
…"
I gritted my teeth, my eyes closing from the intensity.

"Don't come yet," he said, stopping
his movements. "This is too fast.
Breathe
, Kate. Wait and it will
be even better."

I couldn’t speak, caught in the waves of
pleasure, gasping when his movement stopped, depriving me of the stimulation
just when my orgasm started.

"Oh,
baby
, you're already
gone," he said, and began thrusting harder, faster, entering me deeply,
pushing me back over the edge once more.

CHAPTER TEN

I came
hard
.

When he realized I was already gone, he entered
me completely, right to the hilt and my eyes rolled back in my head. He leaned
over me while he thrust, watching my face. Then, when I was done, when the last
waves of my pleasure retreated, he just stopped all motion.

"What are you doing?" I gasped,
wondering why he stopped.

"I like feeling you clench around me."
He was grinning as if he couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Why are you laughing at me?" I
covered my face with my hands.

"Oh,
Kate
," he said, and tried
to pull my hands away from my face. "I'm not laughing at you," but
even as he said it, I could hear the mirth in his voice.

"
Don't
," I said and turned my
face away, mortified, my eyes filling. He pried my hands away from my face and
forced me to look in his eyes.

"No modesty allowed with me." He moved
slowly inside of me and it made me clench again. "That was just so
fast
,"
he said, amusement in his voice. "You really needed a hard cock in
you."

I struggled with him, trying to turn away, cover
my eyes again, my cheeks hot.

The beep-beep beep-beep of Drake's cell alarm
pulled my attention away from him.

"Oh,
fuck
. Lara…" Drake
withdrew from my body and went to his jacket for his cell, his cock still rock
hard.

"Hi, it's me. We're in the middle of
things…" He listened. "Just a minute." He came back to the bed
where I was lying on my side, hands covering my face, mortified that he was
able to manipulate me so well and that I came so fast with him barely doing
anything
to me. He crawled onto the bed beside me and handed me the phone. "It's
Lara. She wants to talk to you, make sure you're all right."

I pushed the phone and his hand away, not
looking at him. "I'm fine," I whispered.

"She says she's fine."

Then he leaned down and tried to turn my face
towards him, but I fought, my hair covering my face, my hands over my eyes.
What the fuck was wrong with me? My eyes stung with tears.

Drake left the bedroom, and I watched as he went
to the living room and stood in the darkness. I got up and pulled on my
nightgown, a tiny black lacy thing and stood at the door, listening. He spoke
quietly, but I could still hear him.

"Lara, she's a bit
emotional
right
now," he said, his voice almost inaudible. There was silence for a moment
as he listened to Lara. "I barely even had it
in
her. Seriously, I
hardly did anything. Like, two minutes…"

I bit my lip to gain control over my emotions.

"I'm not an idiot
frat boy
," I
heard him whisper. "I
did
take it slow. Christ, She was just so
ready…"

A pause. "I will.
She
will," he
said. "Thanks for understanding."

I went to the bathroom before he returned to
wash my face and get hold of myself. I closed the door behind me, but there was
no lock so he could come in if he wanted.

He knocked at the door. "Kate, let me
in."

"Just
go
."

"Don't be like that. Let me in. We have to
talk."

I didn't respond and then he came inside. I
stood at the vanity holding a wet washcloth to my eyes. He put his arms around
me from behind, just pressing his body against mine as if to comfort me. He was
still semi-hard but he didn’t push or make any kind of sexual move.

"Kate,
why
are you crying?"

"I'm not."

He turned me around and took the washcloth out
of my hands, wrapping his arms around me, forcing my head onto his shoulder. I
was just mortified at how easily he was able to arouse me, and how fast I'd
come. It shocked me.

He pulled me into the living room and made me
sit on his lap once more, straddling his hips, his still semi-erect cock lying
to the side, condom covering him. I gave in, my arms slipping around his neck,
my head resting on his shoulder. I didn’t say anything, and he didn’t force me
to.

"I should have been more aware of how you
were doing, Kate. I was just so aroused myself, too busy enjoying myself to
notice, a little shocked. That was sloppy of me and won't happen again. I
really didn't think anything would happen…"

"You were laughing at me."

"No,
no
," he said, shaking his
head. "I wasn't laughing
at
you. I was delighted
with
you. I
was ecstatic. You're so
responsive
." He tried to catch my eye but I
avoided him. "Look at me." He took my chin in his hand and turned my
face. Finally, I couldn't avoid his eyes and I felt that connection between us
again.

He took in a deep breath. "I didn't think
you'd come so fast and so easily. I didn’t even get to
taste
you."

"I'm so
embarrassed
," I
whispered. "You barely did
anything
to me. I've never been that
fast before."

"Don't be. It means you can come many times
in a session. You don't know how pleased that makes me." He brushed hair
off my cheek.
"
Sweet submissive Kate. You really are a sub, little
one. I just proved it without even trying
.
"

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't really even have my Dom hat on
with you – not fully – and you were totally responsive to me and
what I was doing and saying and how I was touching you. You have no idea how
that kind of response is so addictive."

"You didn't," I said, glancing down at
his erection. "You
know
…"

"No, I didn't
come
," he said,
smiling at me. "Way too fast for me. Next time you can do me twice in
payback."

I tried to hide my own smile by tucking my face
into the crook of his neck. "Won't you get blue balls or something?"

He laughed softly. "I'll be fine, Kate. But
I did want to ask you something. Do you always come during intercourse?"

I shook my head. "No, never with a
partner."

He frowned. "What does
that
mean,
with a partner?"

"Well," I said, my cheeks reddening
when he pulled back to look me in the eyes.

"What?"

"I do with…" I said, shrugging one
shoulder, my voice barely audible. "You
know
."

"With what? Tell me, Kate. You can't shock
me. Your fingers?"

I shook my head, embarrassed. "I got this
gift at a bachelorette party
and
…"

This look came over his face – I couldn't
tell if it was amusement or incredulity. "A dildo or a vibrator?"

"The first one." I couldn’t even say
the word.

"You use a
dildo
?"

He pushed me back down on the couch, leaning
over me, grinning like an idiot. "Sweet little Ms.
Bennet
using a
dildo to get off? Oh,
God
…" He bent his head next to mine, his
mouth beside my ear. "I won't be able to sleep tonight imagining it."

He pulled back and I covered my eyes, smiling,
my face hot. "I can't believe I admitted to that!"

"Oh, you
have
to admit to things
like that with
me
, Kate. I have to know these things. You
are
a
little kinky after all. A dildo? How big? What color?"

I bit my lip and turned my face away, not able
to look him in the eye.

"Come on,
tell me
!"

"I looked it up on Google," I said,
stifling a laugh, covering my mouth. "It's flesh colored and called,"
I said, breaking out in giggles. "Mr.
Big
."

He laughed out loud at that. "Well, then,
I'm perfect for you!"

We laughed together for a few minutes, me
giggling almost uncontrollably, tears in my eyes I was laughing so hard,
relieved that he wasn't horrified. All my anxiety seemed to dissipate with the
laughter.

"So, tell me details," he said,
pulling me back up so that I sat straddling his hips in his embrace. "When
did you start using it? Was it before or after flyboy? How often do you use
it?"

"
Drake
!" My face was so hot
from embarrassment. "I can't talk about this!"

"Oh, yes you can. You
must
. This is
like Pandora's Box. Once you mention it, you have to tell me everything. Did
you use it before or after flyboy?"

I sighed. "After," I said,
remembering. "My friend's bachelorette party about eight months ago. We
all got one. It was a Carrie
Sex in the City
party."

"And? Details. Come on."

I shrugged my shoulder a bit. "I tried it,
but it was too big. So I just kind of played with it a bit. You
know
…"

"No, I don’t know. You have to describe
it."

"I
can't
…"

 "I'll make you show me right now if
you don't tell me," he said.

"No way!" I shook my head. "I do
just what you did. You know, just playing around a bit outside, going in a bit
but not too deep at first… Eventually, I got the hang of it and I think I found
my G-Spot."

"You sure
did
get the hang of
it."

He pulled me against him and took in a deep
breath, kissing my neck. "Oh, sweet Kate, don't be embarrassed about that.
You don't have any idea how much men want to learn something like that about
their lover."

"It's embarrassing."

"Oh, no,
baby
. There isn’t a
heterosexual man alive who'd think less of you if he knew. In fact, he'd be
pleased that you can come from his dick alone. That's not all that
common."

"I wanted to be able to. It frustrated me
that I couldn’t. I only used to be able to through oral and it felt like there
was something wrong with me. So when I got
Big
, I decided to try…"

He smiled and stroked my cheek. "You call
it
Big
?"

"After
Big
on Sex and the City.
Carrie's boyfriend. We used to joke with each other about it.
Has Big
visited you lately?"
I said, raising my eyebrows suggestively.
" How's Big doing? Still such an upright kinda guy? Still as reliable as
ever? Never lets a girl down
." I smiled sheepishly. "That kind of
thing."

He laughed and then pulled me against him, and I
could feel him smiling against my neck, his cheek raising. We sat like that for
a few minutes, not speaking, just basking in the post-laughing jag high that
released all my anxiety over coming so fast.