Page 64 of Shame

Luke groans as my fingers graze the half-ready bulge behind his jeans.

“Do you like that?”

He gasps as I grope him again. His gaze darkens as he backs me up against the counter, but only enough to cage me in. He doesn’t take control, and I keep touching him. Tracing the shape of his cock, hard and long behind his fly.

“I like the sounds you make.” I lick my lips. “You’re never loud, unless you’re trying to…”

His mouth twists. “Dirty talk?”

“Sometimes it was good. It was very good that time in your apartment downstairs…”

He tips his head to the ceiling, baring his neck, and I hop up onto the counter so I can pull him closer.

I hook my fingers into his waistband and tug.

Hegroans. Out loud, lusty and raw.

The tip of my middle finger is almost grazing him inside his jeans. Almost, but not quite. I tug him again, bringing him into the vee of my legs, and he shudders.

“Really?” I whisper against his neck, my lips brushing his tense flesh. “Is that hot?”

“My little bird being handsy and demanding? Her sweet little fingers almost brushing my cock?”

That right there. That’s the good kind of dirty talk that I like. It gets under my skin because it’s real, uncensored, just the like the noises he’s making.

It’s all authentic. Not an act, not a controlled version of what Luke thinks he should be.

This is who my husbandis, and I’m only just seeing it now. “Little bird, eh?”

“Do you like that?”

I nod. And then I feel the siren call of the condoms. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

He grins. “Of course.”

I shake my head. This isn’t quite right. I soften my voice. “It’s a question for a Daddy.”

His face firms up. “Oh?”

That shouldn’t make my panties wet, but it does. Oh, it does. “Um, so…I need to demonstrate something for class.”

“Timeout.” He puts his hands in the air.

I laugh, my voice returning to normal. “Too much?”

“Nope, not at all. That was hot as fuck, and I think I like where this is going, but you said we needed to negotiate this stuff because you have some limits, and I think I need us to do that right now, before I ruin what might be the hottest thing ever.”

My mouth drops open. “Oh. Yeah. That’s…smart.” I squirm on the spot. “All right. But you need to go first. Any limits?”

“I don’t think so? I don’t want you to tie me up.” He gives me a helpless look. “Do I need to take that quiz right now? How long does it take?”

“Not long, but no. You can take it later. Right now, I guess just what I need you to know is that I’m going to say some stuff that makes me sound young, but that’s a variable headspace state for me. It comes and it goes, and I’m always Grace. When we did this before, and you used my name…that was really hot.” I take a deep breath. “I love our size difference, so if you call me little, I love that, and I like being baby girl, but I don’t like any specific references to me being a child or anything like that.”

He nods. “Totally. Down with all of that. But the school thing…?”

“Yeah. That’s my headspace stuff. So think of it like an alternate dimension, where I’m me, Grace, a grown-up, but I also go to high school. I’m not a teenager, but… maybe innocent like one.” His eyes do something very hot when I say innocent. There’s a small tug in my belly that reminds me that he once chose a younger woman, but I can look at that and move on, because I like the rest of this. “Is that a good thing for you? The innocent stuff?”

“It is if it’s you,” he breathes, and sweeps me into his arms. “Very good thing. Very hot.”

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