THIS TIME

Jade A. Waters

I stand here, naked. Legs spread, arms at my side.

Rowan circles me slowly, quietly, appraising my body as if memorizing my every curve.

He knows all of them already, has for over a decade, but it’s this game we like to play, sometimes. We are not fond of labels, but if I were to give him some, they would be husband, father, entrepreneur, intuitive, and kind. Sometimes, he is a sub. Sometimes, he is my Dom.

Today, he is my lover—which is all that really matters, to me.

So as he reaches out, trailing one finger around my waist, sending tingles up and down equally at the prospect of what will come, I am not surprised when he commands me this time, his voice calm but firm from behind.

“Lift up your arms.”

I do, enjoying the sparkle in his eyes when he comes round to face me again. He takes two hands to me, one for each breast, molding them in his palms before making me jump with a pinch of my nipples.

“How do you want me?”

I am smiling, because we both love this question, posed in either direction—a challenge, a promise, an offer, all the same. I will give you what you want, it says, but I will have you, too. And so I raise my chin, keeping my arms aloft, feeling the sweep of lust that’s already dampened the folds of my cunt. My heart pounds at the glide of Rowan’s hands over my hips as he waits for me to speak.

“I want you deep,” I say.

“And?”

“I want you hard.”

He presses close, his bare chest electrifying my nipples, his cock straining inside his pants and rubbing, just so, against my sensitive clit. He shifts his hands around to my ass, cupping it before tugging me hard into him.

“And?” he asks.

I can feel his heart pounding in his chest, too.

“And I want you right here”—I pause—“now.”

“Ah-ha…”

Now, I’ve caught him. I’ve turned it back on him, but the momentary surprise fades as he releases one side of my ass to unfasten his pants. They are open swiftly, down around his ankles, and I’m delighted to see he’s caught me, too.

Today, he wears nothing beneath.

“Keep your hands up until I say,” Rowan whispers, and so I stay spread, open, riled as he walks back around me. He nudges me forward just enough to guide his cock along my folds, then sinks inside.

“Fuck,” I murmur.

“Oh, we will.”

His words are a grumble on my back as he drives again. When he crushes me in his arms, I want to bring mine down to touch him, but I strive to keep them up, to move against him as he slams inside.

“Just like this?” he asks, and I know I don’t need to answer. We move wildly, me bucking back, reaching up like I’m on the best ride of my life, his hold on my hips yanking me into him. It’s hard to balance when he moves faster, but I dig my toes into the carpet, gritting my teeth as he pushes, and pushes again. He fills me hard and fast, lovingly yet rough, lips planting sporadic kisses on my back. With his next thrust I gasp, because he’s caught me again, fingers reaching around, rubbing at my clit until I can hardly see. Heat rips through my body, shaking me completely as he fucks me with all he has. When he latches on to my shoulder with sharp teeth I cannot contain the cry that spills from my lips, can’t stop my arms from falling down, the claw of my hands seeking his hips behind me as I come and he fills me with the hot burst of him inside.

“Oh my god,” I moan. Rowan exhales shattered breaths against my back. Time moves slowly as we settle down. Once he releases me to draw his cock from inside and comes around to face me, he’s got a grin on his mouth.

“You put your arms down,” he says.

I wink, then shrug.

Rowan raises an eyebrow. He puts his finger on my belly, beginning to trace his slow circle around me again.

“Then, of course,” he says, “we’ll try this once more.”