Page 38 of My Turn Petal
So dominating and so gorgeous.
His eyes are so enchanting that I could never look away from him.
Trapped between his thick arms, and the smell of him that drifts in waves, both contribute to my upcoming detonation.
The room stills around me. The silence cloaks me but I break it with the sound of pleasure that my throat produces. The whiskey-colored eyes staring at me soak me into a peaceful dimension.
My orgasm lasts for long moments and when it ends all I want is to be wrapped around the same body that is caging me like the safest shield.
Theo cups my cheeks, “Good job, petal.” He removes some of my stray hair to the side. “How do you feel?”
“Like the happiest kid.”
“Not sure a kid would fit the situation.” He raises a brow teasingly.
I clarify, “I meant pure joy.”
“I’ll make us breakfast while you search for a movie?” He hoists himself to his feet, extending his hand for me.
I grab him and he pulls me in for a hug—the same comforting bear hug he always rewards me.
“Can we watch something hot?” My words collide with his chest.
He pulls back, just a little, to capture my face, “Define hot?”
“Obviously, they won’t be like spicy books, but one of those movies that mostly centers on sex.” I bat my eyelashes, letting my begging eyes say the rest.
He sighs. “Whatever you want. I can spoil you throughout the day.”
I raise my eyebrow in question. “What do you have in mind?”
I never expected anyone to spoil me, ever. And no one did that, ever.
“I found a new recipe I can bake us for a dessert, maybe we’ll try more scenes, and talk about general stuff and your fantasies.” He suggests.
“Only my fantasies?” I grasp his finger and start stroking it like I would do to him if he wanted me to.
A breath gets caught in his throat before he lets it out with a tiny groan. “We’ll see how you behave,” his free hand shoves me harder to his front, “Petal.”
“I thought you had an emergency,” I stare at his messy kitchen, yet, the divine smell of something that he bakes wafts in the air and waters my mouth.
Mmm.
He goes to the oven and takes out a chocolate cake with different layers of flavors and colors. “It is an emergency,” he puts it on the counter, “Someone needs to taste it.”
“Can I get a spoon?” I smile wickedly.
Frankie
ThemoodIsetin my bathroom is pure tranquility.
In my humble sanctuary, the vanilla candles on the black tray carry the perfect aroma. Soft indie music plays from my phone as I push the play button.
The white marble tub is half filled with warm water as I descend my naked body inside it.
Two of my favorite waterproofed toys propped on the extended marble of the bath. I lean against the rim, reaching to switch off the tap.
The dimly lit space eases my muscles and matches my mood.
