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She lay on top of me, her small body resting against mine. Her fingers ran through my hair and her face hung over mine. Her hair fell to one shoulder and tickled my shoulder.
The sex was done and now we started at each other. I liked it when she lay on top of me. Her tits always felt comfortable when they were pressed against my chest. When they hardened I knew she was ready for another round.
Her eyes were glued to mine and she stared at me with a thoughtful expression. Her fingers slowly twirled my shirt hair and she got lost in her actions. Sometimes a small smile would stretch across her face, remembering something with fondness.
I was just as entertained staring at her. The bruises were mostly absent from her face, so now her blue eyes sparkled in contrast to her fair skin. Her lips were no longer swollen from abuse, but my kiss. My hand explored the steep curve of her back, feeling the soft skin as my fingertips dragged across it. I’d never watched a woman so intently after being satisfied. Normally, I walked away and moved on with my day. But now I was content lying just like this. “Hmm?”
“Hmm what?”
“You’ve got a staring problem.”
“Me?” she asked. “I’m only staring because you were staring at me first.”
“Whatever you say, Button.” I listened to the fire crackle and pop behind me. The flames danced in the fireplace, slowly fading to embers. The sound was essential for me to sleep. Without it, the silence was too deafening for me to handle.
“So, when do you work out?”
I was puzzled by the question. “Excuse me?”
“You’re so lean and strong. How do you stay in shape?”
“I run in the morning. You know that.”
“But you haven’t done that in months.”
It was true. I let my exercise regiment slip away once she became my primary obsession. “I guess all the sex keeps me in my prime.”
“Then why don’t I have a perfect body?”
A smile formed on my lips even though I tried to stop it. “Who says you don’t?”
“Me. I’ve got love handles, thunder thighs, and flabby arms.”
A laugh escaped my lips because it was ridiculous. “Flabby arms?”
“Yeah.” She lifted her arm and shook it. “See how it moves?”
“That’s skin.”
“It’s still saggy.”
“And what are thunder thighs?”
“When I wake they shake. You know, like thunder.”
It was just as ludicrous as the last complaint. “Button, you’re insane. None of those things are true.”
“Yeah, they are. I look in the mirror every day.”
“And I fuck you every day.” Her self-image was preposterous. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever had in my bed. “My opinion triumphs.”
“No, it doesn’t. All you notice are my tits and ass.”
“Those aren’t the only things that make a woman sexy. It’s everything combined together. It’s the hair, the lips, the eyes...not just the obvious parts.”
“Then what do you find most sexy about me?” She rested her arms on my shoulders to hold herself up.
“Hmm...that’s a hard one.”
“I already know what you’re going to say.”
“Really?”
“My pussy. You love that thing.”
I chuckled. “I do. But no, that’s not what I was going to say.”
“Then what?”
I tried to think of the things that turned me on the most. Sometimes it was the movement of her soft hair. Sometimes the shape her mouth made when she screamed my name. Sometimes it was the tight muscles in her back when she on all fours underneath me. There were too many things to choose. But when I narrowed it down to one concept, one idea, I found my answer. “You.”
“Me?” she asked. “That’s not an answer.”
“I mean, who you are. What you say. How you behave. You.”
Her eyes narrowed, still puzzled. “I don’t understand your meaning.”
“Your fire. Your passion. Your ferocity. Your strength. All those things make up who you are. So, I guess my answer is you.”
Her confusion faded away when she understood what I was trying to say. Her eyes softened in an affectionate way, touched by my words. She gave me this look before and it pushed me away. It made me so uncomfortable I avoided her for a week. But now I enjoyed it. It brought me a sense of joy I’d never known in my lifetime. “I love—”
Lars knocked on the door. “Sir, I’m so sorry to disturb you but can I have a moment of your time?” He never came to my room unless it was important. After dinner he left me in solitude for the rest of the evening.
I moved Button over and got off the bed. I pulled on my sweatpants and t-shirt before I stepped out into the hallway. Instead of being irritated with my butler I gave him the benefit of the doubt. “What is it?”
“Come with me.” He nodded toward the hallway and we walked until we were out of earshot.
