Page 8 of Hooking Up
I sit on the bed and spread my legs in thatblow meposition guys love.
"Take off your jeans," I demand.
His eyes brighten. "Not sure I need to for that."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He takes another step toward me. Drops to his knees between my legs.
"You… you're not one of those guys who doesn't—"
"Fuck no." He presses his palms against my thighs and pushes my legs apart. "You're gonna have to pull me away."
"Yeah?" My tongue slides over my lips. My limbs get light. It's been a long, long time since I've come from someone's mouth.
Longer since I've enjoyed it.
He undoes the button of my jeans. His eyes meet mine. "I don't bark orders."
"Then what was—"
"A request." He looks up at me. "Lift your hips."
"And that's a request?"
"I can't do this with your jeans on."
"True." I lift my hips.
He unzips my jeans and rolls them to my knees. My ankles.
His fingertips skim my skin as he drags his hands up my calves, my knees, my thighs.
His fingers curl into the straps of my thong.
Genius decision. Thank you, past Iris. For once, we're on the same page.
"You're not into dirty talk?" he asks.
"I am. Just not—"
"Ruff. Ruff."
What? I stare back at him.
"That's barking."
I laugh. "You know what I mean."
"I do." He nips at my inner thigh. "Would you like to come on my face?"
"You're teasing me, aren't you?"
He laughs. "Yeah. You're fun to tease." His voice drops. "I'll have to see how fun."
He tugs at the straps of my thong then slides the garment to my ankles.
"I mean it, Iris." He brings his hands to my hips and pulls me to the edge of the bed. "You're gonna have to drag me away."
