He stares at me unblinking as I tear into the unopened packet.
“You want to infuse my ring with your virgin blood?”
Smirking, I offer a wink. “Hot, right?”
“God, I love you,” he breathes.
“Right back at you handsome,” I reply. “Now come here and let me see if I can get any of that pink off of your cock with this. It’s such a pretty color.”
He agrees, letting me try to absorb what I can from his skin. And by the time the clay is ready to set, I’m pretty proud of it. Moore is too, seeing how he puts it on immediately. And after, he cleans me up with a warm, moist towel before taking me into the shower with him and making me feel like a princess.
Like the luckiest girl in the world.