Page 108 of The Deals We Make
I grin as I think through his exact words. “Pretty sure you asked me to give you a number on an arbitrary scale as to how much I wanted to have sex with you.”
He squeezes my hip. “No, babe. I asked if you would let me fuck you. Didn’t say anything about you fucking me.”
I glance over my shoulder at him. “You just want me to lie here and let you do what you want?”
“Yup. My cock agrees. It’s that kind of day, where you need to just lie back and take it.”
As always, his words somehow still my mind and my body eases.
“I have a theory,” Ti says. “You’re always so busy and in charge when it comes to your business and your mom that you like it when you don’t have to think during sex.”
I consider the words for a moment as he releases my hip, gently bites my neck, and slides his finger into me.
“I think I do. But I never want you to get fed up with me because I’m not…I don’t know…instigating? Or reciprocating? Do you know what I mean?”
Ti grips my chin and turns my head, kissing me firmly. It’s messy. Teeth and lips clash because of the angle.
“You underestimate what I get from the power exchange, babe. I love the feeling of control. I love that you’ll stay still because I said so. I love that I can get you out of your head enough to fully enjoy what’s happening between us, and I love that you trust me enough to get you there. You couldn’t move when you were tied up, but it was fucking hot. Which should have been obvious by the way I came about a minute after I cut the knot covering your clit.”
I turn around in his arms. “Then restrict me again.”
He smiles. A big goofy grin. It’s almost out of place with the sex talk. “Fuck, I love you,” he says.
His lips are on mine before I have a chance to reply.
My tongue meets his, and I sink into him in a way I’ve never been able to with a man before. Before, I’ve always felt the need to be…perfect. To get it right. To be sexy enough. Womanly enough. Desirable enough.
But with Ti…just being here with him, loving him, is enough.
There is no perfect version of me required.
Because he accepts me, all of me, exactly as I am.
I’m not too much for him. I don’t need to have the answers. He’s not expecting anything from me, yet is enjoying me, enjoying this all the same.
And the thoughts are liberating.
He tugs my wrists behind my back and holds them in one hand. I try to separate them, but he holds me tight.
“Steady, Cal,” he encourages. “Be still for me.”
His words brush over me like a whisper, and I do as he says. I let him own and control my body at will. He moves us, flipping me onto my stomach and repositioning his hands on my body.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he says, his breath warm by my ear.
The words of praise cover me like a warm blanket.
He runs a finger down my spine. “Gonna have fun with this praise kink of yours, babe.”
After he removes his sleep bonnet and puts a condom on, he shifts over me and eases the tip of his cock inside. The sensation still takes my breath away. He’s thick, and it’s always a stretch to take him. There’s a delicious feeling of fullness that comes with it.
“You feel so good,” I say.
“Ditto, babe. Ditto.”
He holds my wrists over my head, crowding my body with his. His whole body presses against me. His chest firm against my back.
And then, he begins to move more insistently. Nudging farther. Spreading my wetness.
