Nipping his bottom lip, Caitlin dragged it between her teeth and released him with a smirk.
“Cae, I…” He swallowed. “I ain’t gonna last. Please…”
Rocking her hips, she moaned.
“Please, what?” She asked, teasing him even more with every movement.
Forcing air into his lungs, Booker looked up at her.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded. “However ya want, just…”
Pulling back, she shifted her weight onto her knees and rearranged her limbs. The panic in Booker’s eyes as she withdrew instantly made her reach out for him.
“Lie on your back,” she said, stroking her thumb under the hinge of his jaw. “I want to see your face.”
Steadying himself, Booker did as she said, giving her space to straddle him.
Replacing his hand with her own, Caitlin stroked him lazily, enjoying the noises he made at even the lightest of touches.
Throwing an arm over his eyes, Booker took several deep breaths to anchor himself.
“I love how much this turned you on,” Caitlin said, swiping her thumb over his tip. “If I’d known this was something you were into, we would have been doing it way more often.”
Chuckling faintly, he moved his arm and stared up at her. “Honestly, I’m a little surprised myself.”
“Guess it’s never too late for a little self-exploration,” she said, inching up higher to his hips. “Especially when it’s this fucking hot.”
Pulling her panties to the side, Caitlin lined him up and took him to the base in one move.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back.
Lust and power made Caitlin dizzy, and she grinned as she watched him fight for control.
“So good, Jack,” she murmured, running her hands over his chest. “So, so good.”
She went slow for his benefit, knowing if he finished before her he’d feel lousy.
And that was not how she wanted this to end.
Caitlin continued to talk, praising every single inch of him. Every movement, every look, every breath.
He was perfect—to her, for her, in her.
Her climax rushed towards her as she rocked, but she held off as long as she could, eager to give him the ride of his life.
Sweat slicked Booker’s chest and as she lifted up, her hand slipped from his pectoral to the front of his throat.
“Shit, sorry,” she exclaimed, yanking her palm off his windpipe.
She expected him to chuckle and tease her about literally trying to kill him in bed.
So, when Booker instead took her wrist and placed her hand back where it was, Caitlin nearly lost her balance.
“Jack, I… Are you sure?”
He nodded and gently took her other hand in his, lifting it to his neck.
“Just keep your thumbs here,” he said, guiding her. “And don’t lean all your weight on your hands, and we’ll be alright.”
She blinked, then blinked again, expecting it to be an elaborate sex fueled illusion.
But he was too real, too solid under her fingers to be a hallucination.
“How… how much pressure do you…?”
Booker covered her hands with his and pushed, indicating what he needed.
Nothing out of a bondage film, but certainly enough to feel it.
Caitlin nodded. She could work with that.
To serve. To be given orders. To be controlled.
The lesser seen pieces of Booker were starting to click into place for her.
As she quickly picked up the pace, she watched with fascination and hunger as his eyes drifted shut, mouth falling open in blissful rapture.
The thundering of his pulse under her fingers gave her reassurance as she rode him mercilessly.
To have that much power over her lover, to be told to pin him down and choke him… It poured gasoline on her already unbearable inferno.
With little warning, Caitlin shattered apart, crying out as she came. “Jack, oh fuck, Jack!”
Growling deep in his chest, he bowed off their bed, clutching her hips as he found release soon after.
Panting, she tipped her head back, ripples of pleasure still coursing through her.
Carefully, she removed her hands from the column of his throat, tracing loving, aimless designs into his reddened skin. She continued massaging his collarbones, his shoulders, all the way down his chest and abdomen.
It wasn’t until her mouth felt dry that she realized she was talking to him, whispering her adoration in soothing tones.
All Booker seemed to be able to do was breathe, coming back to himself bit by bit.
Leaning forward, Caitlin kissed a trail up his sternum and neck to the point of his chin.
“That was…” He murmured, eyes hooded.
Caitlin’s stomach trembled in anticipation.
“That may well have been some of the best sex of my life,” he said finally.
The relieved laugh that flew past her lips was infectious, as Booker started to chuckle too.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he continued, hand running up and down her left thigh mindlessly. “There’s never been a bad time with you. But that was…”
“What you needed,” she finished for him.
Booker nodded, angling his head to look at her. “Thank you, songbird.”
“I love you, Jack,” she whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I never want you to feel… unsure.”
“I don’t,” he hurried to say. “Like I said, y’tell me in your own way all the time.”
She smiled. “Well maybe I can learn to say it more in your way too.”
Humming low in his throat, Booker’s lips curved in a soft grin.
“Guess next time we’ll have to do a little explorin’ for you, huh?”
“You better get out a pen and paper then,” she said, flipping her hair off her shoulder. “’Cause my list is extensive.”
“I don’t reckon a high school library has books on that kinda thing, does it?” He said with a smirk.
“Doubt it.”
“Hm. Guess you’ll just have’ta
