Page 77 of Scattered Glitter

I finish my croissant, take a sip of my coffee, and give him a casual shrug. “Sex.”

Hottie blinks in surprise but then laughs. “Well, I think I can manage that conversation.” He finishes his croissant with one more bite, then leans back on his hands, watching me.

He looks at me, really looks at me, and it’s as though he sees past all the walls right down to the parts of me I try so hard to hide. It’s unsettling, that intensity, and I look away,breaking the moment so it doesn’t turn into something I can’t control.

“So,” I say, forcing myself to meet his silver eyes again. “What’s your favorite position?”

The best defense is a good offense.

He laughs, the sound breaking the tension, and I feel a small sense of relief. This is safer.This is easier.

“Whatever the position is called where I lift you by your legs and rail you against a wall until a little puddle forms at my feet.”

I snort, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously into you,” he shoots back, his grin widening as he leans in and quickly pecks the tip of my nose.

“You have to stop that shit, or I’ll throw you out after all,” I warn, rolling my eyes again, but there’s no denying the comfort that radiates through my chest at his words. I hate it. I hate how easily he makes me feel good.

“All right, all right.” He waves a hand in mock surrender, the grin not quite gone from his face. “Okay, so…” He pauses for a beat, then tilts his head, his expression turning more thoughtful. “Do you have any kinks?”

I arch an eyebrow at him, taking a sip of my coffee. “Difficult to say. I enjoy being choked and having my hair pulled, but at the same time, I want forehead kisses.”

His grin fully returns and is even wider this time. “Treat you like a princess, fuck you like a whore. Got it.”

“Exactly,” I agree with a half-smile. “What about you? What’s your kink?”

“That’s…” He shifts, his smile faltering for a moment, then quickly recovers, looking almost sheepish. “Um, that’s a little complicated.”

Ah, there it is.His red flag.

I was waiting for it.

“What is it?”

He hesitates, then glances away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ever heard of… somnophilia?”

I bite my lip as I try to place the term. “Is that the thing where guys roofie girls and fuck them unconscious?”

His eyes widen. “No.” He shakes his head quickly. “No,” he repeats. “I mean, yes, but no. That’s not whatI’minto.”

“It’s not?”

“No,” he repeats a third time, but much more softly. “I’m into… fucking you while you… sleep. Seeing how long I can take you, how much I can pleasure you until you come. See if I can make you come while you’re asleep. See if you wake up from an orgasm or wake up sore with my cum running out of you.”

Fuck.

A shiver overtakes me at the thought, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core.

Fuck, that’s hot.

“Did you… while I slept last night?”

He shakes his head vehemently. “Fuck no. I’m only into consensual somno. I would never do anything to anyone without permission. I know that most women aren’t into it, and it takes a shit ton of trust to do that. I’ve never had somebody to live out that kink. It’s more of a fantasy, so it’s absolutely no problem if you’re not into it. Sex with you is amazing as is.”

I look at him, my mind whirring with images I probably shouldn’t be entertaining. The thought of him fucking me while I’m sleeping, only to wake up with his dick deep inside me or with my pussy leaking, but he’s gone?

Shit.

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