Page 76 of The Reality of Wanting Him
I want him back.
Yup, I’m ready.
I clear my throat and shift slightly closer to him on the couch. “Hey,” I say.
“What’s up?” he says casually, obviously unsure of where I’m going with this.
I inhale deeply. I know this is what I want. “I think I’m ready.”
“For what?” he asks, still confused.
I shift, moving the bowl of popcorn to the coffee table before turning my body toward him as I reach out to take his hand in mine. “To move forward with us, if you’re ready too. I miss you, even though you haven’t gone anywhere. We’ve been separated for too long, and I do trust you, Blake, and I’m sorry if it felt like I didn’t. Watching this back has made me realize just how far we’ve come, and I don’t want to keep moving backward. Thank you for being so patient with me while I’ve been working on myself.”
His mouth drops open slightly, and I watch as his face shifts from disbelief to absolute fucking joy. Then he’s lunging at me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, knocking me back into the cushions, and I let out a laugh as I wrap my arms around him too.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he says before peppering kisses all over my face. “You have no idea!”
“I havesomeidea,” I tease, squeezing him a little tighter. “I missed you like crazy too. Even if I saw you daily, it wasn’t the same.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, and the joy on hisface is so pure I can’t help but smash my mouth to his. His lips feel like coming home and he sighs into me, tongue teasing at the seam before I open up for him. Before long, he’s rutting against my leg and letting out a moan before pulling back.
“So, can we”—he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, licking his lips as he grips my thighs—“you know. Make up properly? I’ve missed your dick so much.”
I smirk, tilting my head. “Oh, you think you get to go right back to bottoming again?”
“Wait. What?” Blake acts like I just broke him.
“You think you just get to waltz back in, bat those pretty eyes, and I’ll bend you over like nothing happened?”
“Well, I mean… yeah, kinda,” he whines. “So, wedon’tget to have sex? I thought you said you wanted to be together again.”
Oh, Blake. So naive.
“That sounds like a punishment for me, too. And I definitely don’t want that.”
He has the most confused look on his face, like he’s never once thought about topping me. I guess that just goes to show how needy he is for me.Fuck.It’s almost enough for me to give in.Almost.
I trail my fingers up his side, teasing him with light touches. “We can do that if it's what you really want, I never want to pressure you into anything. Or, if it interests you, we can keep playing into the apology angle for one more night. You can prove to me just how much you trust me. Let me tie you to my bed so I can use you like my own personal sex toy.”
Blake’s jaw drops and his face goes bright red.
“Yes, that one, definitely that option.” Then, before I can really process his answer, he’s scrambling off me and yanking me toward the bedroom—the show completely forgotten. Okay, looks like he’s very,veryon board with the idea.
By the time we make it to my room, his chest is rising andfalling rapidly, and his hazel eyes are wide with anticipation. He licks his lips, looking me up and down, clearly as eager and excited as I am for what I have planned.
“You want to be tied up, baby? Used by me?” It seems like he does, but I want to really make sure he’s okay with this.
His eyes flutter closed for a second like he’s lost in the fantasy of what I’m suggesting. “Yeah. Yeah, I really do.”
He looks almost overwhelmed by how much he wants this, and I know he’s ready to give up control.If Blake wants to be owned by me, then that’s exactly what I’ll give him.
My smirk deepens, my fingers trace down the column of his throat, and I pull him to me. I press my tongue into his mouth for just a few seconds before pushing him back.
“Then get naked and get on the bed,” I command.
He whimpers, and I can visibly see his body relaxing, see how much he’s already loving handing over control. He rips off his clothes until he’s beautifully naked—cock already hard and straining toward his abs as he jumps onto the bed.
I shake my head as I watch him, taking my time. “Eager little thing, aren’t you, B?”
