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"Umm … No. That’s against the rules," he answers and I giggle softly.
"Baby, are you making up these rules as you go?" I challenge.
"Umm… Yes," he admits, and we both laugh. I can feel him between my legs, his hands rested on my thighs as he leans in to kiss my neck, his tongue moving in circles, as his hand lifts to massage my breast.
"Mmm…" I hum, lifting my hand to rest on the back of his head.
"I know what you like, huh?" he asks.
"Wouldn’t you say you know what I like?" I turn to his voice.
"Yeah, I would say that," he answers after a pause.
"You own my pleasure, Thomas," the words fall out of my mouth.
"What did you say?" he asks, I can hear that his throat is dry.
"Did you mishear or me or do you want to hear me say it again?" I ask, leaning forward seductively.
We sit there in silence, and I refuse to break the awkwardness, so I wait him out, knowing he's only inches from my face.
"I want to hear it again," he says lowly.
"You own, my pleasure, Thomas." I repeat, this time slowly and definitively.
"The way you just made my cock jump, I’d have to say you have the same power over me," he leans in and kisses me, but I could never say I have the same power as he does, and I don’t think he actually believes that either. Before I came along Thomas had experienced sex; he’d been pleasured by other women.
I, on the other hand, have a limited experience, only knowing sexual pleasure from Thomas, which is much different. I know he’s thought of it before, the power he has over me being the only person that’s ever felt the insides of me. I love what Thomas does to me, and in some ways I’m grateful to his girlfriends that came before me, because they’ve taught him all he knows, and he knows a lot. But it is much different to know that he’s done some of these things with other women, never knowing what is unique to the two of us.
"What was it?" he asks, returning his attention to his impromptu game.
"Chocolate mousse." I smile, knowing I’m right and he kisses me, slowly and deeply. The remnants of peanut butter are still on his tongue as he slides throughout my mouth.
"We’ll do one more, okay?" he says before moving a few jars beside me.
Something cold touches the skin behind my ear, and I flinch, instantly reaching out to Thomas, wrapping my limbs around him.
"Relax, baby," he whispers in my ear. Rubbing my thigh with one hand, he whispers in my ear while dragging the rough cold object down my neck.
"I got you, baby," he says softly before kissing my ear and continuing, "I’ll never let anything happen to you, Nicole."
"Do you promise?" I perk up, and he pauses he trail of coldness.
"Of course," he answers without hesitating.
Running my fingernails down his hairline and over his back, I feel his mouth on the opposite side of the cold object. He’s kissing me in that tongue and teeth way that feels so good, but often leaves bruises. I think he does them on person some times, marking me like I’m his territory.
"Oh, baby," I sigh.
"I like this," he places his hand over fingers, my nails tracing designs on the back of his neck. With my fingers in his grasp he brings his hand to his mouth and kisses my knuckles.
"I like you," he whispers on my fingers and I melt at his words.
"I’m going to start keeping track of all of these things you say, and write a book to teach American men romance.
"You keep saying I’m romantic," he says as if he doesn’t agree.
"You are. Now, what’s my last taste test?" I like my lips in anticipation.
