He drops down to his knee again.
I groan, jerking on his hand. “Stop it. No more fake proposals!”
“This is only my third time!”
“And I’m already over it.”
“You love it.”
He’s right; I do.
“I wish it were winter instead of summer so we could get in it!”
“Oh, we’re getting in it. Tonight, after the boys go to bed. We just won’t heat it up.”
After the twins are sleeping soundly, Duke and I make our way out to the hot tub with giant glasses of wine. I giggle as he pulls me in after him and we sink into the cool water.
“Oh my gosh, this feels like heaven. I can’t wait to see the stars.”
His hand slides under the side of my bikini bottoms. “I’ll make you see stars, Mamas.”
“Mmm.” I lean into him, accepting the kiss he presses to my lips.
Our physical relationship has only grown stronger and more intimate. He tried to stop sleeping with me after he ended Saruman’s life, but it only lasted for a week before I convinced him that it was a stupid plan.
I want to keep being intimate with him. Sex with him is actually enjoyable. After so many years of hating and dreading intimacy, I love how it feels with him.
Freeing and fun. It’s never been a chore. I’ve never felt forced into it.
“I want you,” I breathe into his ear.
It’s the green light he needed. Duke is always careful to make sure I’m comfortable before proceeding sexually, not that he knows what I’ve been through. But we’ve talked about it many times, and he knows that I love being intimate with him when I give him the green light.
Then all bets are off with him being a gentleman.
“Take these off,” he orders.
In a way, his demeanor switching from attentive and sensitive to demanding and rough during sex is exactly what I want from him.
Maybe it’s my trauma, but I love it when he orders me around when I’m naked.
I peel the bottoms off while he unties the bikini top. He pulls me onto his lap.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs into my ear. “I’m gonna fuck that pussy raw tonight.”
His hand wraps around my throat.
It’s fucked up that I like it when he chokes me. I know that. I can’t force myself to care.
I like it because I’m completely vulnerable. I know that if he wanted to hurt me, even kill me, he could. But I fully trust him to never harm me. If I asked him to stop, he would in an instant.
He fingers my entrance. “Spread your legs.”
“You know you can only tell me what to do when I’m naked, right?” I remind him.
He chuckles into my ear. “And you’re not wearing any clothes right now, are you?”
His finger brushes over my sensitive clit.
