Page 231 of Papa's Bébé
She couldn’t deny that she liked the feeling of being bound. Of not being in control. Which was likely a good thing since he seemed to really like being in control.
Before she could really get used to this position, he was moving again. She’d never experienced anything like that. Her past lovers had only really been interested in missionary or her on top.
This time, he sat with his back leaning against the headboard with her riding him. His hands were around her hips, controlling her movements as he thrust up into her.
“Fuck. Fuck, Maya,” he told her. “That’s it. Fuck me. I’m going to come.”
She couldn’t help but watch as he threw his head back, a groan slipping from his lips as he came.
Lord, he was beautiful.
She took in her fill of him. It was easier now to stare at him. She didn’t think there would ever be a time where she wouldn’t be stunned by his beauty.
But all of that beauty was hers now.
Forever.
48
Maya woke up alone.
That was no fun. She’d had dreams of waking Matthieu up with her mouth around his cock.
Then she glanced at the time on the clock on the nightstand.
Holy crap!
How had she slept in that late? Her babies would be busting and hungry.
Jumping up, she glanced around for something to wear and saw Matthieu’s shirt. She quickly pulled that on over her head and rushed out of the room. Where were they? She checked the room she’d chosen for Big B and Tank. Although when they’d gone to bed last night both animals had still been in front of the fire.
They weren’t in the bedroom and the only one in the living room was Princess Priss who was asleep on the sofa.
Where were they? She rushed outside and spotted the rest of her animals with Matthieu. He was throwing a ball for Dougie as Gummy pranced around. Tank and Big B were lying in a sunny patch. Tank was actually on his back with his legs in the air, sun worshipping.
She took him in for a moment, smiling.
“Maya? What are you doing?”
She turned to Matthieu. “I slept in! I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you sorry? You needed the rest. Something must have tired you out.” He winked at her.
Her cheeks grew hot and she knew she must be red. Then he frowned, staring down at her feet.
“Where are your shoes?” he demanded.
“Oh, I forgot them in my rush. I thought I better let my babies out before they had an accident.”
He raised his eyebrows and moved toward her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “You really thought that I wouldn’t take care of them?” He lifted her into the air and carried her inside.
“Oh no, it’s just . . . I, um, well, I guess I didn’t think about that. I’m just used to looking after them myself.”
“I know that. But you’re not alone anymore.” He set her down and tapped her nose as she stared past him, outside. “We’re a team.”
“We are?” she asked, startled.
“Yep.”
