Page 44 of Exit Strategy
“As you wish,” I said, and positioned myself above her. She felt so small under me, and I moved closer. For a moment, I was thankful the lights were out and it was almost completely dark. If the lights were on, I was sure I would loom over her, and she responded poorly to physical dominance. As much as I wanted to just slide into her, that was more blind luck than magically common. Instead, I had to pause, and use my hand to guide the tip between her lips.
I felt a quiver of excitement, some mine, some hers. Callie gripped my arms, and I heard her breathing, her breath a hot plume against my chest. I eased forward, and there was a moment of resistance. She was tense, but almost dripping wet. It felt like I moved at a glacier’s pace, entering her so very slowly.
It was probably more like a minute, but it was one of the longest minutes of my life.
“Don’t,” she whispered in my ear. “Not yet.”
“Are you okay?”
“I just… let me… let me enjoy this for a moment.” Her voice was almost silky in my ear. “There’s only one first time, you know?”
“I do know,” I said, and without moving my hips, I kissed her. She moved her hips first, after a few moments, the only other movement being my cock throbbing inside her. When she rolled her hips, I did too, sliding out, and then back in. We rocked against each other, slowly at first and then quicker.
The pace was never fast, and I made sure that I was gentle.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” she said, and gave a small laugh. I felt her body tense and relax as the sound came out of her.
“It’s supposed to be like this. You’re supposed to enjoy it,” I said.
“I am, are you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you’re not going all fast, and you’ve not yelled, or made a mess of me.”
“Made a mess?”
“You know, made your business, the mess, that comes when you’re finished.”
“Love, you’ve been done wrong, so very wrong,” I said.
“Then do me right.”
“Absolutely, Love, absolutely.”
I thought about easy positions, things that weren’t demanding, physically or emotionally, and it was bracketed with what she said about two positions. I knew Arik enough to guess that those two positions were doggy style, rough and hard, and on her knees while he used her mouth as cruelly as he could.
I had seen how he treated some of his groupies and fans.
Callie would never have to experience that again, so long as I had something to say about that. I could read her, the sound of her breathing, the way she started to tense as she drew closer. Making a woman reach climax usually took more than this one position, and straight missionary was not usually a home run.
But she came. It was petite, small like she was, but undeniable.
“Oh fu-fu-fudge,” she stammered, and I let a laugh out.
“That’s alright, let me show you something else,” I said. I pulled myself off her, and then a moment later, my cock popped out of her, and she let out a satisfied groan.
“Okay, show me something else.”
I eased her over onto her side and lay down behind her. It only took a second to enter her again. I was usually luckier about pleasing my companions when they were in doggy style, but she had mentioned not wanting that position. This wasn’t quite the same, but the angles were the same, and it was more relaxed. I took her gently, slowly. I worked her toward a second round. I knew I could do that. I had to concentrate on that, because if I let that focus waver, I would be undone by her innocence and heat.
That would happen eventually, but what could I do to make this special for her?
Her second orgasm came more easily than the first and was a bit stronger. Was she going to build toward larger and larger orgasms? That would be something.
“Callie?”
“Yeah?”
