Page 26 of Ho Ho Oh No

“Oh, you wanna play?”

“Maybe a little bit.” I kiss him again, powerless to keep my lips off his. Especially when he’s this damn close. “Do you feel like being my good boy?”

“Always, ma’am.”

Although I’ve been horny as hell for most of the pregnancy, I haven’t felt the need to channel my inner Domme for a while. Probably because I’ve been busy channeling a sloth. This will be a fun way to take my mind off the pain. It can be a somewhat early Christmas present for him.

I love this plan. Two birds. One Sammy.

Breaking the kiss, I roll away from him and order, “Slide up behind me like you did that night.”

He does as I instruct. “What now, my princess?”

“Drag your palm from my shoulder down to my wrist and back again. Slowly.”

Again, he complies dutifully.

I indulge in the seductive feel of his warm touch, straining to remember what happened next that night so I can guide the scene without getting too swept away.

“Move your hand from my arm to my side, then down over my hip.”

As he does, a throaty hum escapes him. “I remember what I was thinking when I did this.”

“Tell me.”

“I was thinking that you probably had a tank top on or at least your bra and panties.”

“And then?”

“Then I caressed your hip like this, searching for some fabric.” He swipes his hand over the curve of my hip. “I thought... any second now, I’ll feel her shorts.Aaanysecond now.”

“Surprise, surprise.” I place my hand on top of his to hold it in place on my upper thigh. “I was buck naked. Just like now.”

“You sure as fuck are. Lucky me.”

“I seem to recall that you tried to pull away.” Weaving my fingers through his, I begin guiding our hands under mystomach toward my aching pussy. “And I didn’t let you leave, did I?”

“Thankfully.”

“You might have been in charge of my safety, but I was in charge of our pleasure.”

I press our hands between my thighs. He buries his mouth into my neck and groans when he makes contact with my slippery flesh.

“Touch me, Sawyer. Just like this.” I position his fingertips over my clit, increasing the pressure. “Harder. A little to the left.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he rumbles. “Anything you want.”

“Good boy,” I purr. “Now, faster. A little harder.” My eyes roll back as he complies, working me up just the way I like it. “Yes, babe. Just like that.”

Although I don’tneedto keep my hand over his—after all, he’s well qualified at getting me off—I leave our fingers intertwined, barely guiding him. He’s doing all the work, but keeping my hand there gives me a sense of control that’s heady as hell.

The way this powerhouse of a man surrenders to me is a drug. And I’m a hardcore addict with no intention of ever getting clean.

My breathing ratchets up a notch as tingles spread throughout my core. Unbidden, my hips pump, driving my tender bundle of nerves harder into his deft fingertips. “So good, Sawyer. Keep going.”

“You like that, don’t you, princess?”

Nodding, I mewl my response, too close to climaxing to form words.

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