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She tried to push herself closer to him, but Wheat’s other hand found its way to the back of her neck. He was able to stop her attempts at motion with a gentle, teasing grip. Through anxious, parted lips, D’stherae slowly released her agitated breath. He smiled pleasantly at her familiar frustration.
“Was there something you’d wanted to say?” he asked.
She tried to turn her head, shake her hair, to demonstrate some confident and independent movement of the upper-most portion of her body. But her efforts were weak and embarrassing. His hand on her neck lacked enough pressure that it didn’t hurt her, but his strength was so perfectly harnessed that he easily kept her immobile and distanced from him.
Finally, D’stherae was exhausted of his hold, his exercises and games, both mental and physical. It was time she exerted her force, and owned her sexual want. She yanked her hand from his grasp, pushed his body away with hers.
Wheat smiled again and kept his footing. He was obviously pleased with her. But it was not his approval she sought. It was only his sex she wanted.
D’stherae straightened her body and, starting at her temples, ran both hands through her hair. She shook it out down the length of her back, and arched her spine before setting both hands on her waist.
“Are we taking a bath?” she questioned him.
“I hope so,” he replied, maintaining his smile.
Wheat stepped forward and slipped his fingertips beneath the hem of her shirt dress to lift the cloth up past her navel.
She raised her hands to his shoulders as he kept his at her waist as, guiding their bodies to the wall. When her back touched the stone D’stherae pushed her pelvis against his. He kissed her then, his hands running up her front.
They held on tightly to one another, as though neither trusted the other not to break contact. In a moment when their lips weren’t together D’stherae managed a sigh as he undid his pants. Her clothing was still pushed up somewhere above her waist, held in place between her back and the wall.
“The bath” she said, breathlessly, though she didn’t know why. She was sure she had no more concern for bathing than he.
“We’ll get to it,” he breathed his speech into her neck as two fingers traced and parted her entrance.
