Talk to Me

'Tell me what you want.'

My hand rested lightly on his thigh, high enough that ~ if I wanted ~ I could brush the backs of my fingers against the fly of his pants. I spoke quietly, but knew he heard me. His thigh tensed under my palm.

Patrick had never been good at asking for what he wanted. Stifled sexually and otherwise for years in his marriage by his wife, he had stopped asking, stopped even thinking about what he wanted. I viewed this as a tragedy of the first order, and had been steadily pushing him to ask.

He'd made progress. At his request, I was wearing a striped wrap dress with a pair of tall black patent slingbacks. He liked the dress because he could tug it partially open to admire what lay beneath it. He'd started to whisper in my ear when we were in bed, telling me how good I felt, asking me to touch him ~ a huge leap for a man who had been pretty silent during sex, as if he thought I might stop if he made a noise.

I gave his leg a little squeeze, then smoothed my fingers along his inseam. Turning my head toward him, I caught the little smile playing at his lips. He slanted a heated glance at me before turning back to the road. His left hand was loose on the steering wheel, fingers drumming lightly against the dashboard.

When he didn't answer, I twisted, turning sideways to face him. A quick tug opened one side of the dress. I drew a knee up and propped my arm on it. When he turned his head I grinned at him, quirking an eyebrow up in a blatant challenge. His right hand left the stick shift and tugged the other tie, loosening it enough for the dress to fall open a little.

'Tell me what you want.' The grin flashed again, but still he didn't speak.

When he looked back over, he literally did a double-take. I was trailing my hand down my body and along the low waistband of my little black boy-shorts. He stared openly. I jerked my head to the right and he whipped his eyes back to the road.

When my fingers slid into my panties, I sighed. When they slid into the growing wetness between my legs, I moaned. Patrick's hand tightened on the steering wheel and he squirmed in his seat. Every time he turned his head toward me, I would stop him but I knew he could hear me and that it was driving him crazy.

'Tell. Me. What. You. Want.'

He exhaled, chuckling. I let my head drop back and moaned again, letting him hear what my fingers were doing. He reached over and grabbed my other hand and pulled me forward.

'I want your mouth on my cock.' His voice was hoarse. 'Now.' Finally.

One-handed, I undid his belt and popped the button on his pants. Slowly, carefully, I slid the zipper down. He was rock hard. I slid my fingers along his shaft, feeling it quiver under my touch. When I leaned over and took him in my mouth, his right hand came to rest on the back of my head, his fingers twining gently in my hair.

I took my time, teasing him with long, slow, swirling strokes with my tongue. I wanted him to keep talking, hoped he would give me further instructions. I could feel him moving slightly, trying to lift his hips. I could hear the hitch in his breathing that told me he liked what I was doing.

'Faster.' His voice was hoarse, urgent. His hand tightened in my hair.

Yes! I rewarded him immediately, increasing the tempo, the depth, the suction ~ feeling him react instantly. I loved the feeling of danger, knowing anyone passing us could see what I was doing. Isn't it funny that the one person with whom I should be fanatical about hiding any display of affection brings out my inner exhibitionist?

'God, Scarlett...' His hand tightened again. He started to control my movements, pushing me to take him deeper and faster. In moments he was growling through his orgasm, filling my mouth with the sharp taste of him. I stayed on him, slowing back down to long, luxurious strokes, part soothing, part teasing. His hand gentled again, releasing my hair, allowing me to sit up.

I smiled at him. He was flushed and still breathing hard, and had the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face.

'That was amazing, babe.' He peeked sideways at me, still grinning. I grinned back, feeling very accomplished and naughty.

'All you gotta do is ask, handsome.'