Page 105 of Flirtasaurus
I’m speechless. A rarity for me, that’s for sure.
“You… okay?” he asks.
I stand.
“You’re, um... It’s just… You’re in a… I didn’t expect you to be—”
He looks down. “Oh. Sorry. I left my clothes out here, so…”
“Not a problem.” I smile and add, “Dude.”
“Dude” has become a term of endearment for him. A word that used to cause him distress and doubt now seems to light him right up. He smiles.
“May I?”
He’s asking for permission to enter the space?
“You may, sir,” I say as I extend my arm and bow forward like I’m allowing royalty to pass. He shakes his head good-naturedly and crosses in front of me to grab the clothes he took off last night. When he bends over slightly… I can’t help it. I tear off his towel and nibble on his butt.
“Rrrrrrah! You have the cutest!”Bite.“Tightest!”Bite.“Most nibbliest!”
“Whoa girl, whoa! Are you… chewing on my ass?”
“Rrrrrrrr! I am! How can an ass like this exist? Rrrrrah!”
Bite, bite, bite.
“Ow!” he yells, but it’s clear he likes it.
He whips around, pushes me down on the bed, and pins me beneath his warm, just showered naked body. He’s completely naked. I am fully clothed. And I am not complaining.
“You’re an absolute nut; you know that?” he says directly into my eyes before planting warm, velvety kisses down my neck.
“Call me whatever you want, just keep doing that.”
“As you wish, madam,” he rumbles close to my ear.
Just then, there’s a knock on the door.
“Lopey, baby? You in there?”
“Oh, shit!” Ralph pushes himself up on his forearms.
“And that would be my dad.”
“How’d he get here so fast?”
“The guy drives like a maniac.”
Speaking of maniacs… Ralph is now running around the room like a chicken with its head cut off. A very sexy, naked chicken. Forget it, he’s not a chicken. But he’s clearly freaked the hell out.
“Chill, Ralph. You heard my dad last night. He’s all about you ‘bringing pleasure to his princess.’”
“Yeah, that was so fucking weird. And honestly? I really didn’t need to hear it twice. Nor do I need him to see me naked.”
“True. I’m sorry.”
“Lopey??” Dad bellows.
