Page 47 of Love Lessons

It took almost ten minutes, by his estimate, but he wasn’t in any hurry.

When she was relaxed and soft, he started running one hand down her arm. He kept his touch comforting and friendly, like something he would do with Zhong. It felt nice to just relax with Lena like this, and he watched the movie go by with half of his attention.

But that gave him an idea, something that he’d read about somewhere and half remembered. He wasn’t a stranger to making out on a couch with a movie. What he wanted, though, was to keep her cuddly and close while he stayed in control. He wanted her both relaxed and completely at his mercy.

He wanted to give her that feeling she’d had when he slipped the handcuffs on last time. She’d seemed both tranquil and completely aware. Completely attuned to him.

And then there was the idea of controlling her orgasms, which she’d seemed embarrassingly excited about last time. He’d been teasing and refusing her all day, and it hadn’t escaped his notice that she enjoyed being told no almost as much as she liked yes. He wanted to give her more of that.

He found his own pulse racing. It was an exhilarating notion, teasing her and snuggling her until she was beyond thought, but not letting her come. Edging, for now, but a taste of what it would be like if she gave him more control.

And she was so beautifully pliant in his arms now. He wanted to just absorb her through his skin. She was cuddly and soft now. Which meant it was time to move things up a level.

He started stroking across her belly with his other hand. And fuck, was that amazing. There was something about lifting up that little scrap of filmy fabric to find the warm skin beneath that was driving him crazy.

And she had the sweetest little rolls of flesh on her belly now that she was sitting down. He wanted to nibble on them. Teasing along the edge of her panties was maddening. But instead he kept his hand relaxed and sure, almost mindless.

She sighed and pressed a little bit into his hand. That made Dustin grin, glad that she couldn’t see him.

He inhaled the scent of her shampoo and gave her a soft kiss on her shoulder. The dark scruff of her beard was just starting to fill in across her cheek, and he nuzzled against it, enjoying the soft scratch across his cheek. Just because he could. Because at least for today, she belonged to him.

Eventually he let the hand that was stroking her arm explore a little bit further. He traced down to her fingers and up to her elegant shoulders, letting the back of his hand brush along her chest on the way. On the third time, when he “accidentally” brushed over that spot below her armpit that always provoked a reaction, she let out a little sigh.

The next stroke he turned into a caress, just whispering over her skin with the tips of his fingers.

She turned her face to his, asking for a kiss.

Watch the movie, he scolded. He wanted to kiss her. But he wanted her to let go and give him her submission even more.

She huffed, and he went back to the comforting, non-sexy movements he’d used before. He wondered how long it would take her to figure it out.

Only when she was completely relaxed did he start again. This time, he ran his palm up and down her thigh where it was draped over his. He kept his touch solid, moving from her knee most of the way up her leg and then returning.

Then, he started drifting slowly higher. A little bit further in on her thigh. A little bit closer to those alluring white panties. Then down again. A few regular strokes. And then an accidental brush just at the edge of her cock.

She squirmed back against him, which felt fucking amazing. He was going to come in his pants if she kept this up.

But he realized that he needed to check in about something. He wished he’d done it earlier, so he didn’t need to interrupt. He tilted her face up toward him. Her eyes were glazed and begging, so he gave her a moment to focus. Should I treat your body differently or touch you differently when you’re Lena?

She shook her head, her blond tresses rippling with the motion. He waited for her to elaborate and eventually she did. My gender is about how I look and how I feel. My body parts are just there, and they feel good. It doesn’t confuse me or bother me. She looked a little nervous, now. Is that OK?

I think that you are exquisite.Thank you for trusting me. She blushed and looked down.

He was awed, honestly, by her trust in him. No matter how confident she was the rest of the time, it still had to be difficult to put herself on display like this. To be so vulnerable about who she was when society might not understand.

But instead of explaining that it would be easier to show her. Dustin pressed a finger to her lips, like a kiss. Now watch the movie.

She puffed out a loud breath. She wanted to be kissed, and fuck if he didn’t want to. But he also wanted to keep up this, well, this scene they were in. He was starting to understand it a bit more, now, how they were both playing roles.

Watch the movie.

She seemed a little more annoyed this time, but also a lot more squirmy and turned on.

He just held her for a while, then returned to the solid touches. First, he nudged her forward and gave her a little shoulder massage. She loved that, making a pleased hum, and he could feel her muscles start to relax. If they kept this thing going, he’d definitely have to work in some more massages.

Then he rubbed with both hands from her neck, over her shoulders, and down her back. She let her head drop lazily in front of her, but he didn’t bother correcting her to watch the movie. The point was just that she let him take control.

He slowly started shifting his hands, moving them just a little farther outward. He ran his hands down the center of her back, and then his fingertips back up her sides. Slowly, he lightened his touch to just trace along the enticing path over her ribs that he’d discovered last time.