Page 60 of Pretty Please Me
I lick my lips as my gaze drifts to his abs. I narrow my eyes to focus as I lean in and start counting them. “One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six…”
“What are you doing now?” Sam laughs, swatting my finger away from his stomach.
I sit up and laugh. “I was counting your abs. There are so many of them. I needed a closer look,” I say like it’s obvious.
“No more whiskey for you.” He tries to take the cup out of my hand, but I’m too quick.
I hold up my finger, “Just let me finish this glass.” I hold it to my chest protectively, and he finally relents. “Maybe you should stop worrying about what I’m doing and worry about yourself,” I joke.
“I don’t think that’s possible even if I wanted to.” Sam’s voice lowers, but he pours another for himself. “Ask him to elaborate on the question,” he demands when I pick the phone back up.
For a moment, I’m lost, having completely forgotten what we were talking about before his shirt came off, but I scan the messages and remember. “What do you want me to say?”
“Ask him if he has any caveats about giving since he added the ellipsis.” He pulls me closer to him again, ensuring no space between us. “If he says no, I’ll take off my jeans.”
“Done,” I say as I ask for clarification.
Why the… ? Do you love giving no matter what?”
I mean, mostly … I don’t want to be the only one giving. I’d like a little reciprocation every now and then.
Sam snatches the phone from me and types out…
Is that all? That’s your only caveat?
Wow, I feel like I’m under interrogation.
I promise it’ll be worth it. Answer the question.
I’m not the biggest fan of pubic hair, and my tongue hurts after a while sometimes, but other than that, I love it.
“Aha!” Sam drops the phone and punches the air in victory. “I fucking told you there was a caveat!”
“That’s not exactly unreasonable!” I cross my arms over my chest and roll my eyes.
“I’d eat pussy for every meal if I could.” He leans in and whispers, “I would eat it with some hair. I would eat it on a chair. I would eat it soft and bare. I would eat it on a dare…”
“You are so ridiculous–”
He moves closer, and I scoot back until I’m lying down on the couch, and he’s hovering over me. “You wouldn’t even have to prepare. I wouldn’t need to come up for air. I would eat your pussy anywhere.”
The tingles in my belly transform into full-on lightning bolts as I stare into his deep brown eyes that threaten to suck me right up. Before I can offer myself to him for the taking, whichever way he’d prefer, his lips pull into a devilish grin. “Take it off, baby.”
He sits up, still straddling me, and watches as I pull off my shirt. I can feel the heat of his stare as his eyes scan my body. Then, as if remembering something, he moves back to his end of the couch and hands me the phone.
It takes me a minute to remember what I was doing before Sam recited his erotic Dr. Seuss poem, which was quite impressive off the top of his head, I may add. I twist my hair to the side and type out another question.
Do you have any kinks I should know about?
I don’t know why I ask. It’s not like I’ve ever thought of kinks before. I certainly don’t identify as kinky in the bedroom, but call it morbid curiosity or something else entirely. I want to know what I’m getting myself into with him.
Sam’s fingers draw a line down my spine, and I suck in a breath at his touch.
“I think you know the answer to that one already.” He rubs the skin underneath my bra strap, and I close my eyes, the sensation relaxing yet exciting. My head rolls to the side as his hand moves up the nape of my neck, granting him full access as his hands explore my skin.
“What’s your answer? What do you think he’s going to say?”
It’s hard to think about anything but how his hands feel on my body. I’m so relaxed and aroused in the strangest way. “The more I’m learning, the more I’m starting to think everybody has a kinky side to them. I say yes,” I answer.
