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“Yeah, but I haven’t had time to indulge for a while, pretty busy with work or theFollowersthing.” At the mention of the website, my nostrils flare. It never bothered me before, but now that we’ve gotten closer, it’s hard not to be more protective of her. Possessive.
When she reaches up to pull out a book, I reach around her and touch the exposed skin at her belly.What is the point of a cropped sweater?Her breath hitches, and she leans into me and reads the cover.
“Winnie-the-Pooh?”
I tighten my arm around her and pull her against me.
“It’s a classic.”
“I cannot picture you reading this.”
“‘Pooh was delighted with the rather pleasurable new use he’d found for his honey pots.’” I quote A.A. Milne while sliding her hair off her shoulder. I lick a line from the base of her neck to her ear.
“This is the creepiest foreplay.”
I laugh. “Wanna roleplay instead?”
She puts the book away. “Dibs on the honey pots.”
I take her hand and lead the way, snatching the small box off the table as we walk by. As soon as we pass the threshold to the bedroom, she spins me around and pushes me against the wall, attempting to unbuckle my belt. There she goes again, trying to control the scene.
I fist her hair and pull at the base. “What did I say about you trying to lead?”
“Habit.” She smiles.
Brat.
Leaning down, I whisper in her ear.
“Get on the bed.”
I let go of her hair, admiring how her pupils dilate and her lips part. She scurries over and climbs onto the oversized mattress, her knees digging into the plush comforter and blankets.
“You finally going to fuck me tonight?”
“Do you deserve it?”
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
Kneeling, she pulls her sweater over her head, showing off the black strappy push-up bra I bought her. Slowly, one at a time, her hands work to undo the vertical line of buttons on her jeans. She’s wearing one of the sets I bought. Even if other men have seen her wear this, I’m the one that gets to fuck her in it.
“Good girl.” I twirl my finger, motioning for her to spin.
She stands and does a wobbly three-sixty on the uneven surface, showcasing the lingerie.
“Very nice.”
I pull off my shirt and undo my belt buckle, and her eyes light up at the clank of metal. That’s as far as I get before I need my hands on her. She’s still fixated on my zipper. When I walk to the bed, she drops to her knees again and reaches into my boxers. A delicate fist wraps around me, and a soft sigh leaves her relaxed lips. I love those sweet noises she makes. Such a juxtaposition to her tart exterior.
Wrapping my hand around her, I pinch her ass before slapping it.
“You’re leading again.”
She throws up her hands. “What am I supposed to do? Just lay here?” She scoffs.
“Exactly.”
