Page 71 of Merry Mayhem
“Just…”
He presses a kiss to the front of my panties, then looks up at me. “I get it. It’s been a long time. It’s hard to be intimate with people after you’ve been disappointed, or hurt, or even just gotten comfortable without it.”
I nod. How can this young, hot guy, who could probably go out with just about any woman he meets, understand that?
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask.
“If we sleep together, if I fuck you well and make you mine this way, will you get clingy? Catch feelings? Want to see if this can turn into a real relationship?” he asks.
I decide to be honest. “Yes, very likely.”
A pleased look crosses his face. “Then yes, I’m very sure I want to do this.”
Dirty and romantic? I mean, sign me up.
“Okay,” I tell him, taking a deep breath. “Just don’t be surprised when this takes about ten seconds.”
He chuckles and lifts his hands, hooking his thumbs in the top of my panties.
“I don’t care how long it takes or what happens, I just want you to let go. Enjoy this. Let me figure out exactly how to make you crazy. I want every piece of you. But I will take them as slowly or as quickly as you wanna give them to me.”
“Be careful how you talk to me,” I tell him. “You might find yourself tied to my bed and me not letting you go in the morning.”
He slides my panties down my legs, and I lift my feet so that he can get rid of them.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he says.
He’s now running his hands up and down the back of my legs, staring at my pussy.
“Who says I don’t intend to keep it?” I ask breathlessly.
“Muriel,” he says. “She’ll hunt you down if I don’t show up at the next challenge.”
I laugh and thread my fingers through his hair. “You’ve got a point. She’s terrifying.”
“But I promise that whatever happens here that would prompt you to tie me up and keep me forever, I will happily do you over and over again. No bondage required.” He pauses, then grins. “I mean no non-consensual bondage.”
I laugh even as my breath feels trapped in my lungs. I pull my fingers through his hair. “We can save the restraints for another time.”
He leans in and kisses my stomach. “I like you so fucking much, Danger.”
“Same,” I tell him softly.
He looks up at me, his lips still against my stomach. “Can I have you right here, now? Can I remind you what it feels like to have your pussy worshiped?”
I give a choked laugh. “I’m not sure that’s ever happened, so nothing to remind me of.”
Something flares in his eyes. “Then we are most definitely going to do that.”
He kisses my stomach again, then kisses across to one of my hip bones. He gives me a little nip.
My lower stomach and pussy are already clenching. I force myself to breathe, or I’m going to pass out.
“Take your bra off for me,” he says against my hipbone before he starts kissing a path down the crease of my hip to my inner thigh.
I reach up and fumble around with the hooks of my bra, my fingers suddenly clumsy. I finally get it undone and toss it to the floor. His face is hovering right in front of my clit, but he looks up, taking me in.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says roughly.
