Chapter 5

“Not boss me around or be some sort of dominant asshole. Just kind of guide me through it a little.” my cheeks were blazing red, and I peeked at him through my eyelashes. There were no signs on his face that he thought I was a freak or an idiot. “If that wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.”

He blinked. Although I didn’t know what would have surprised him in her last comment. “Of course,” he said after just a moment. “That makes sense. I’ll do what I can. Why don’t you get in bed?”

While I pulled the sheet and comforter down, oyin turned off the overhead lights and took off his shoes and socks. Then I stretched out, breathing deeply and forcing myself to relax.

She smiled over at oyin as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and reached over to turn off the bedside light. He smiled back, and that was the last clear image she had of his face.

In the dark room, I felt less exposed and selfconscious. I was starting to think that this wouldn’t be too bad that I'd worked myself up over nothing—when oyin’s form suddenly loomed over hers, the dark silhouette of his head directly above hers.

I jerked violently, having expected him to be a lot lower. “What are you doing?” I gasped.

He grew very still. “I was going to start with some foreplay if that’s all right. It will make things go more smoothly.”

“Oh. Okay. Sounds good.” I took a slightly ragged breath and lay beneath him telling myself I was an intelligent, mature grownup who was in control of this encounter. I had nothing to be nervous about.

When his face lowered toward hers, though, I put a hand up to stop him. “Are you going to kiss me?”

“I was,” he said, bracing himself above me on his forearms. Like his hand, his whole body felt warm, far too warm for his sleek, cool persona. “My clients usually like to be kissed.”

“Oh. Well, I’m not sure I want to. It just seems too... I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right. Like I’m taking advantage of you or something.”

There was a noticeable pause before he said, “Sally, you’re paying me for this.”

“I know.” I squirmed a little. “But it just feels weird. I’d rather not.”

“Of course. You mean on your mouth, I assume. I can kiss you elsewhere, as part of foreplay?”

“Yes. Elsewhere is fine.”

I really wished I was less nervous so I could enjoy the bizarre nature of this conversation.

oyin started by mouthing my throat lightly. I tilted my head to give him better access and was surprised by how nice the light touch felt. Then before I knew it, he was stroking my body over the cashmere, his palm brushing over my hips, belly, and breasts.

I'd been very aroused a few minutes ago and had only been briefly distracted. So my body responded to his caresses. It was a relief. I still was breathing in uneven little pants, but I started to loosen my tense muscles.

“Take a few deep breaths,” oyin murmured, his mouth lowering to trail along my collarbone.

I was about to be annoyed with his bossiness when I remembered he was just doing as i'd requested. So I followed his instructions, took a long, unhurried breath, and let it out. After a few more of those, my breathing had slowed and evened out.

“May I push up your top?” oyin asked, his fingers on the edge of my little tank.

“Yeah.”

He eased up my top to expose my breasts, although it was too dark in the room to see them clearly. Then he lowered his mouth to latch onto one nipple.

I gave a little whimper as he suckled it skillfully, and I felt the corresponding tugs between my legs. I shifted beneath him.

“Let me know what you like,” he said, raising his mouth from my breast briefly. “I can’t please you otherwise.”

“Oh. I like what you’re doing. What should I do with my arms?” It felt like my arms were in the way, and I couldn’t figure out where to put them.

“Grabbing the headboard is an old favorite,” he said, the wry note in his voice comforting and familiar. “Or you’re welcome to touch me if you want. Just please don’t scratch my head.”

I tried the headboard and kind of liked the way the position lifted my breasts so they didn’t fall so weirdly to the sides. So she clung to the wood as oyin suckled at her nipple and then adjusted to fondle both breasts with his hands.

I arched up involuntarily as pleasure tingled from his touch and coalesced at my growing arousal. Realizing I was panting again, I tried to take a few more slow breaths.

“Is this working for you, Sally?”

“Yeah,” I admitted hoarsely, arching up again as he twirled both nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “It feels really good.”

oyin continued his caresses, kissing and stroking my breasts, and sometimes shifting up to her throat or down to her stomach.

He was cupping her breasts with both hands and had his mouth on her belly when my hands flew down of their own accord to settle on his head. Making sure not to use my fingernails, I stroked the tight skin of his bald scalp, amazed by how smooth it felt and how rippling the little bumps and ridges of his skull were. He’d either shaved his head before he came over or he was naturally bald. I felt not the slightest hint of stubble. The smooth sensations on my fingertips intensified the other growing sensations in my body.

When I unconsciously started pushing oyin’s head lower, instinctively wanting him farther down, he lifted up. “Ready?” he asked, reaching over to the nightstand to pick up a packet and the lubricant.

“Yeah.” my nervousness was lessened by physical desire, and I started to push my pajama pants down over my hips.

oyin helped me slide them off my legs with my panties, and then he settled himself between my thighs. My arousal was hot, wet, and aching and it made me want to wriggle my hips. But the logistics had given me time to get nervous again, and I tensed up.

I felt one of oyin’s hands on my belly, stroking me gently. “Can you loosen up here?”

I tried to do as he said and relax my stomach muscles, but I couldn’t seem to manage.

He kept stroking me. “Try to breathe again.”

I took four deep breaths before I managed to relax my clenched belly.

His hands stroked down to my thighs. “Now here.” They did the same thing oyin massaged my tight muscles as I breathed until I was able to soften the tension. As I loosened up, he parted my legs farther.

I heard him rip the packet open and then squirt out some lubricant. “I’ll rub the lubricant on the back of the dam. It will make it more pleasurable for you,” he explained. “But I think I’ll use my hand first, if that’s all right with you.”

“Yeah.”

I kept concentrating on breathing until I felt his fingers parting my intimate folds and then stroking slowly along the flesh. The touch was warm and slick so warm I gasped.

“The lubricant warms,” he said, apparently noticing my reaction and reading it correctly. “It will make it better.”

“Okay.”

I reached up to grab the headboard again, needing something to do with my hands, when he smoothly slipped a finger, and then two, inside me. I clung her hands to the board abo

ve me and my inner muscles to oyin’s fingers.

“Is it too tight?”