Page 31 of The Cannon
“I just stepped out of the shower.”
A low groan escapes his lips. I know exactly what I’m doing.
“Are you naked, Bristol?”
“Yep. And dripping.”
Oh god I can’t believe I said that! His groan turns into a grunt. A sexy low grunt that makes my little pussy wet.
“God, woman. Do you know what you do to me?”
“Noooo.”
A deep sigh escapes his lips, and I picture myself kissing them.
“Stop me now if you don’t want to find out. This is about to get real.”
I keep silent.
“Get on your bed. Go on. Do it now. And I’m going to get naked too.”
Oh my God! I don’t really give a shit about the fact he’s bossy or the truth we haven’t even been to second base let alone what’s about to happen. I walk out of the bathroom, tossing both towels on the floor.
“Throw back the blanket and sheet,” he orders. “Lay down.”
I do as told nestling my head on two down pillows.
“I’m here,” I say closing my eyes.
“Alright, I’m on my bed too.”
I’m almost having an orgasm before anything has been said.
“This is a bedtime story that won’t make you sleepy,” he says in hushed tones. “Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named Bristol. She’d worked hard to make all her dreams come true. But Bristol was about to have a new dream. His name was Sawyer.”
A little squeak leaves my lips.
“How do you like my story so far?”
“I like it. Keep going,” I say nestling against the sheet and edge of the comforter.
“Sawyer noticed there was something Bristol kept hidden. Like a beautiful jewel that no one could appreciate. It seemed she had forgotten about it because it was buried deep inside. So, he went searching for it with her.”
“What were they looking for?” I ask.
“Her unbridled passion.”
My eyes flash open and for a moment I hold my breath.
“Shall we begin?” he says.
“Yes. Yes.”
“Describe your body to me. Make me see.”
The way he says it tells me he wants it all. I don’t know if I will be able.
“What? I don’t think I can do that,” my voice trails off.
