Page 65 of More Than Words

“So…” I gestured to the modest open plan living room, kitchen, and nook I’d turned into my makeshift office. My large desk was staged against my one floor to ceiling window. My bedroom door was across the living room, cracked open slightly. But I wasn’t taking her in there. There wouldn’t be much talking if I got her near my king-sized bed.

“I know I distracted you on the way up here, but you were so insistent that we have this talk. So, talk.”

She stepped away, running her fingertips along the dark granite of my kitchen peninsula.

“Don’t you want to sit?”

“Hmm, in a minute,” she hummed, running her fingertips along the spines of the hardbacks in one of my bookcases. “Should have pegged you for the type to be so anal about their bookcases.”

Since my little head was clearly still in charge, my brain picked up should have pegged you and anal.

Along with her spanking comments from earlier and her threatening to boss me around in her playful texts, I imagined her in only a set of high heels with me on my knees at her feet.

“Where’d you go?” she asked, suddenly appearing in front of me, bracing her palms on my shoulders before she settled in my lap. “You were there for one minute and then a totally blank stare. Did I break you? I thought men were supposed to have that post orgasm mental clarity.”

Her palms cupped my cheeks, her thumbs smoothing the skin beneath my eyes as I looked down at her thighs. There was a faint patch of pale skin in the shape of my handprint surrounded by gently pink, sun-kissed skin. Tracing it with my finger, I tried to figure out how to lay all this on her without scaring her off.

“If this is just fun for you, I need you to tell me now. Because I could see myself falling for you. It would be so easy to fall, babe, but I can’t do it alone.”

“It is fun…” she trailed off as she lifted my jaw with her hands. “But it’s not only about that.”

“What is it about?”

“I’m not sure yet,” she confessed, her eyes searching mine. She had to see that I was hers. “But if you keep showing me this side of you, it won’t take much for me to fall too.”

Leaning forward, I grasped her back and urged her to scoot forward. “This isn’t just about how much I want you physically. Please give me a chance to prove I can be what you need.”

Nodding, she leaned in and kissed me, just a ghost of her lips across mine. But it was enough to ignite the burn inside of me to get closer.

“Spanking time?” She smirked against my lips, her fingers tugging on the hair at the nape of my neck as she tried to lighten the mood.

“Not yet,” I murmured as I gathered her against my chest and took possession of her lips as I stood from the couch.

My skin ached to be pressed to hers, my cock hitting deep while my fingers traced every little freckle while she writhed beneath me.

She seemed to be on the same page, leaning back to pull her t-shirt over her head as I carried her to my bedroom. “Just so we’re clear, I’m definitely sleeping with you this time.”

“Yay, slumber party,” I mumbled against her flimsy bra, nipping at one peaked nipple through the soft cotton.

“I didn’t say I was spending the night,” she laughed while I clumsily toed off my shoes, reaching back to pull her sneakers off one at a time. “But I’m open to persuasion.”

Her fingers crept under the hem of my shirt, pulling it up as my knees hit the end of the bed. “The bakery with the croissants is next door.”

“Mmmm. Good to know. Keep going.”

She reached between us to pop the button on my jeans, moving to unbutton hers while I sucked on the skin above her breasts, leaving a faint mark.

“I’ll let you eat it in bed while I eat my breakfast. Pussy is especially tasty while it’s still warm,” I whispered against her skin while my tongue traced her earlobe.

“You really like going down on me, don’t you?”

Hoisting her higher on my waist, I reached down to push my briefs and pants down, kicking them out of the way. “Feeling seems to be mutual.”

“It’s a nice cock. Are you complaining?” She laughed while I crawled onto the mattress with her in my arms.

“You’ve got a pretty pink pu—”

Her palm covered my lips. “Shut up and get inside me already or I’ll just go home and do it myself.”

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