Page 9 of She's Mine

“Have you never…,” he looks at me like I should have experienced a lot of them by now, “wait…you mean, you’ve never hugged him and felt it as the two of you brushed against each other.”

“Um, no. I don’t think I’ve ever felt…maybe he never found me…”

He interrupts me, “Baby, if you walked into the room, I’d be hard. We’ve already established you smell fucking delicious, you look like a wet dream walking, and personally, if you were mine, we’d be fucking all the damned time.”

Oh, my goodness. Is he always so…blunt?

“You’d be feeling my dick every time you sat down, sweetheart.” He points at me before going on. “And flushing that sexy shade just makes me want to fuck you harder so I can find out how far down I can get it to go.”

“We need ground rules!” It’s out of my mouth before I can figure out what that means. What are my ground rules? Do I want him to keep talking to me like…that? It’s just, when he talks, my body doesn’t feel like my own. It feels like…it wants to do whatever the hell he says to do - and that can’t be good.

“I mean, we should talk about boundaries and stuff. Don’t you think so?”

“You mean other than stripping you naked and finding out how far that sexy little blush goes down?”

The only thing I can do is sit with my mouth hanging open and try to figure out all these things he’s making me feel.

“Come on, honeybee. We’ll talk. I have some rules of my own.”

Well, that doesn’t sound good. He scoops me up out of my chair and walks us back into the living room causing me to squeal out and grab onto him. He doesn’t set me down beside him but instead keeps me in his arms…and his lap.

“My first rule is a tricky one.”

O.K. What the hell does that mean?

“Mine isn’t. I don’t think we should do anything…”

“If we fuck, you’re mine!”

“What?!”

“If we take this thing that far, and you let me fuck you, you’re my woman. You belong to me. We can do everything else but if you let me have that cherry, honeybee…you’re mine.”

“You…I don’t…how far do we have to go to convince everybody we’re together?”

“That’s up to you, sweetheart. I just need you to understand, that once I take it…it’s mine, you’re mine, and there’s no more talk about other men if it comes to that.”

“I…I don’t know what I’m doing, Bear. I don’t understand how far it all goes, or what order things come in, or how to take you when you tell me you want to…do stuff with me. I don’t…you know what? This isn’t going to work…I can’t…”

“Calm down, sweetheart, calm down. You’re working yourself all in a tizzy, baby. And there’s no need. Just breathe with me.”

I do what he tells me to do without even thinking about why. He just naturally calms me. We breathe at the same time until I'm much calmer.

“I’ll explain what’s gonna happen before we do anything. That way you can decide if you want to take the next step or if you’re done. And there’s no surprises about what is next.”

He makes it all sound so simple and easy but I can already tell, when I don’t have him next to me I am going to overthink the fuck out of every single moment, every single word, every single rule we make.

“Listen to me, Bea.” He takes my face between his hands and when I raise my eyes to his, the look he gives me is drop-dead serious. “You have all the power here. You say when we stop, how far we go, and when I need to back up and give you some space. And that’s how it should be in any relationship you find yourself in. If you don’t have the power to say stop, you walk the fuck away. Alright, sweetheart.”

“You make it sound like you’re talking to your sister. Isn’t it a little weird that you treat me like a sister but I’m sitting in your lap and we’re kissing.”

His mouth moves up into a smile of pure mischief. “Honeybee, I’ve never wanted to do to my sister what I want to do to you. I want you to understand how you should feel after being with someone because it’s not always easy to figure out. I’d tell any woman she has all the power, she gets to say when and how she needs to feel in control even when she’s handing it over to her man. Otherwise, sex is no good. And why do it if it’s no good.”

“So, let’s start like this…you like when we kiss?”

I actually think about it before giving him a nod. I do like it when he kisses me.

“Then let’s just focus on that for right now. But Bea…,” I’ve come to understand that the voice he is giving me now is his serious one, so I pay more attention to what he’s about to say, “I need to tell you, I really want to eat that pussy.”

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