Page 55 of Exposed

Then, he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist.

Our hands fly over each other’s skin, frantically trying to outdo the other person with our exploration. I understand the urgency new parents have now. Not knowingwhen Simon will wake and need Matt, we don’t have time to lose.

He tosses me on the bed, then descends on me like he’s a predator. He takes one nipple into his mouth while he gives attention to the other breast with his large hand, and breathless, inaudible sounds escape me.

He looks up from sucking my nipple and trails his thumb over my bottom lip. “You have to be quiet tonight, Pepper. As much as I want to hear you shout for me, I want Simon to stay asleep. Be quiet for me, princess.”

I nod my agreement, then slowly undulate my hips against his hard on.

He grins at me. “You’re acting as needy as I feel.”

“I am,” I answer, arching my tits into his face. Elation pulses through me. I’ve never felt desired like this.

“Are you still having cramps?” He asks.

“They’re not bad.”

“Here. Use this.” He plugs in the heating pad and places it on my lower belly. “I’m going to get something. Play with yourself until I get back. You’re not allowed to come though. I want you looking into my eyes and coming undone only by my fingers, mouth or cock tonight.”

“I’m sorry, what?” My eyebrows rise. Is he bossing me around?

“You heard me.” One side of his mouth tips up in a grin.

“Oh.Oh. This is your dominant side,” I realize, my fingers touching my lips.

“You got it,chaton. Show me what a good girl you can be.”

Good girl.Chaton. Those words make me wet betweenmy thighs. I want to be his good girl, and I definitely want to see what he has planned.

Laying on his cool sheets naked as he strides quietly out the door gives me butterflies. I begin touching my clit, imagining it’s Matt touching me instead.

Hardly any time goes by before Matt is carrying two cups into the room.

He groans when he sees me. “You laying in my bed naked while you touch yourself is fucking hot.”

I giggle, then pause, waiting to see what he has in the cups.

“What are your safe words?” He asks.

“Yellow and Mazda.”

“Good girl,” he praises, and I blush. He tosses a pair of his socks to me. “Put these on.”

What kind of fetish is this?

“You’re about to be cold, so the socks will help keep a part of you warm,” he grins when he sees the look of confusion on my face.

I do as he says, and he picks up crushed ice from one of the cups. “You know what crushed ice is good for?”

“You’re putting ice on me?”

He grins, then slides the ice over my lips and down my throat. The ice chip melts, freezing water pooling in my collar bone. He dips his head and sucks the water up, and goosebumps break out on my skin from his hot mouth.

Getting another piece of ice, he traces my nipples, then sucks those. My back arches, and I moan. This is intense.

Then, he grazes the ice over my nipples until they’re hardened, super sensitive peaks. Little moans escape mylips at how sensitive my skin is. Every nerve ending feels exposed.

“Minou,” he chides and shakes his head playfully at my moan.

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