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ESSENCE SNUGGLED INTO her pillow as Decker stepped out of his jeans next to her bed. She grinned, surveying all of his uncovered, gray skin. “Hi there,” she said.
He climbed onto the bed.
She sat up and rearranged herself. In minutes, she was in his arms, and he was wrapped all around her, the feeling of the skin of his chest a little bit rough, but the undersides of his arms and his palms were smooth. He was warm all over, though, and she snuggled into him, letting out a very satisfied noise.
“You’re such a tiny little thing,” he rumbled into her ear.
“Mmm, I’m not, but I feel tiny right now,” she said, tilting back her head, grinning at him. “I feel, fuck, I feel really sexy right now.”
“You are sexy as all fuck,” he said. He reached down and cupped her ass with both of his hands.
She squealed, remembering he’d said before that he liked her butt. She was agnostic on her butt. There was a time, back when she was a teenager, when big butts were sort of in. Everyone was wearing these low-rise pants to show them off, and she remembered she had wanted to wear a thong with them, and her mother had been horrified and put her foot down and said she was far too young to do something like that.
The thing at the time was for your pants to be so low that your thong showed.
In retrospect, that was just so incredibly trashy. She giggled.
“What are you laughing about?”
“I was thinking about thongs,” she said.
“I’m a fan,” he said, squeezing her ass cheeks.
She giggled louder. “Okay, noted, but I refuse to wear them for everyday things, because they’re so uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, I always wondered,” he said. “Why were you thinking about thongs?”
“Oh, I was thinking about whether or not I like my butt, and I was thinking that I missed my time to be mature. If I’d been, say in my mid-twenties instead of thirteen when it was all the rage to look like J-Lo, it would have been better.”
“I will like your butt enough for both of us,” he said.
She snuggled into his chest. “You’re talking like…” But she didn’t finish.
He kissed the top of her head. “What am I talking like?”
“Like there’s going to be a future with us. So, all I had to do was make you lick my pussy on your knees, and now you think things will work out?”
“Apparently,” he said, his voice thick. His hands slid up to settle at her waist and midway up her back. “I don’t know. What do you think? You’re not interested now, not since I came like a twelve-year-old the minute you touched my dick?”
“A twelve-year-old?”
He laughed, running his hand up and down her back. “Sorry. You know what I mean. It was embarrassing.”
“But I think you liked that.”
He let out a helpless laugh and rolled over onto his back.
“Does that crush your wings?” She sat up to look.
“They fold,” he said.
She touched them where they peeked out beneath him. “Your wings are amazing.”
“Yeah, I gathered you liked them.” He shut his eyes, still smiling. “I liked what you said, about it being a game.”
“Did I say that?” She thought about it. “Oh, I said it was play.”
“Right.” His fingers roamed over her skin, idle, casual, like they belonged there. She liked that, a lot. She liked feeling effortlessly connected to him in a physical way. It just seemed easy now. “Play. I get it.”
