Page 70 of Pretty Monsters

"You don't have to do that," she protests, but it's weak. She practically purrs as I start from the bottom.

"I know I don't, but your arms must be tired, and you have a lot of hair."

She sighs a sound of contentment. "If you insist. I love having my hair brushed. I had a nanny that used to brush it every night."

It doesn't take me long to work the comb through her hair. When I'm done I move it to the side and kiss her neck. She leans into me and tips her head giving me better access.

I trail my nose along the skin of her neck, inhaling the scent of lavender and vanilla. I stand up and have to adjust my raging hard on, but I want to savor this time with her.

"What are you doing?" she pouts.

I hold my hand out to her, and she takes it, despite not knowing where I'm leading her. "I want to watch a movie."

Her eyes drop to my groin and then back up. "Really? Because that doesn't look like you want to watch a movie."

Gesturing to the bed I tell her, "This I've done. I have fucked dozens of women, but that's all it's ever been. I've never just snuggled and watched a movie before."

She licks her lips. "Okay, but I'm going to make it very hard for you to just hold me."

I smirk. "I'd say we've both admitted you're already making this hard for me."

23

Netflix and Chill

Raven

We move to the couch,and Sin flips on the television. He uses the hotspot to turn on Netflix. He scrolls through the options and picks a movie at random. I get the feeling he's not watched many movies before because I don't think he'd have chosen a romantic comedy otherwise.

Except, the way he starts to study the interaction of the couple as they fumble their way through their meet-cute makes me think he's trying to learn from them. My heart skips a beat. Sin seems so much older than his twenty-one years, except in some ways I realize he's still very young. Emotions are a mystery to him, and I love that I'm getting to watch him discover himself.

There's a small space between us. Both of us fidgeting trying to figure out how to make the first move. I refrain from doing much, knowing he needs to figure this out. Tentatively, his hand finds mine, and for a little while we watch the movie with only the innocent touch of our fingers twined together.

He grows bolder as the movie lags on, pulling me closer. I turn in his arms, resting my back against his front, my head cradled on his wide shoulder. He pulls the cover over us and holds me tighter.

His nervousness is adorable but unnecessary. I promised him I wouldn't go easy on him. Rocking back, I press my ass against his still impressive erection. No wonder he isn't comfortable. A few more brushes and he drops his hands to my hips, forcing me still.

"What are you doing?" he asks, tension lacing his voice.

"Trying to get comfortable," I murmur.

He chuckles, and his hand slides under the hem of my tank top, but frustratingly remains on my stomach. "Behave," he chides.

"Why?" I rock against him again and hear him suck in a breath.

He groans, and I feel his resolve snap. Torturously slow, his rough hand moves across my skin. The callouses scrape against me sending chills along my body. He continues the movement until he's cupping my bare breast and pinching my nipple. When he tugs on it, it sends a jolt through my body igniting a painful throbbing between my legs.

I rub my thighs together to try and ease the ache, but it only makes me painfully aware of how empty I am as the walls of my pussy try and close around nothing.

His other hand slides into my shorts, teasing me, but not moving where I desperately need him to go. My body feels hot, and incoherent noises escape me. I'm begging him without words, but he continues to torture me with light touches.

"Please," I beg.

"Watch the movie," he demands.

I groan, but his fingers move to my clit, applying pressure, circling the bundle of nerves.

"Anything you say, just don't stop touching me," I pant.

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