Page 99 of Every Bit As Perfect
He smiled into my eyes.“I’m going to worship you, Harley.And you’re going to learn to expect it as your just dues.I’m going to take you so far out of your head, you’ll need a map to find your way back.”
With each reassuring word, he eased me back on the bed, then tapped my hip to move me closer to the edge.
He stroked the length of my legs, easing the tension from my frame.“What do you think is going to happen as we get older, Harley?Do you think we’re going to get hotter?”
I snorted.“You probably will.”
He failed to rise to the bait.“I’ll lose muscle tone.My butt will get skinnier.So will my legs.”
He smoothed his hand over my hip to my stomach.“Is there going to come a time, say when your belly is loose from having my babies, that you’ll deny me the taste of your skin?”
Dipping his head, he dropped wet kisses over the soft mound of my stomach.“Will you deny me this sweetness?”he murmured against my quivering flesh.
My skin rippled with pleasure beneath his seeking lips.
Denying myself this pleasure would be criminal.
My poor little tummy had done nothing wrong, nothing to warrant such denial.
Straightening, his hands cupped my round hips.“How about when you gain weight with menopause?Will you push my hands away when your sweet flesh gives beneath my fingertips?”
I bit my lip.
He leaned over and pressed his lips ever so softly to mine.“Don’t.Don’t deny either of us these pleasures.You deserve what I’m giving you.And I deserve access to this body I’m going to worship for the rest of my life.”
He raised his eyebrows in question.“I’m going to make it so good for you, Harley.All you have to do is let go.”
I nodded.
He smiled.
Momentarily tossing the blindfold to the side, he wagged his eyebrows as he popped earbuds into both of my ears, then put one in his.“We’ll both be listening.”
He crawled off the bed and grabbed his bag off the floor.Inside were three new scented candles which he lit and placed around the room.Next, he took a small box out of the bag and placed it on the bed beside me.
With one hand, he pulled his tee over his head and dropped it onto the floor.
“What’s that?”I jerked my chin up at the box.
“New toys I bought for you,” he murmured, answering my next question without me having to ask.
He continued seriously, his eyes steady on mine.“These are the only toys I own, Harley.I dipped into your toy box for a few, and soon I’ll be supplementing our collection.”
He swept his palms soothingly down the length of my body.
“You don’t have to stay still or quiet.The only rule is that you can’t hang onto me until I’m fucking you, okay?”
I swallowed at the crass words.
Why did they sound so good coming from him?
If Paul had said that I would have felt used.
The realization hit me with the force of a wrecking ball.
Daire could fuck me within an inch of my life, tie me to the headboard, spread me out on his lap and finger me at work, blindfold me, play with me with any number of toys, and I would feel like a queen.
Because he revered me.
