Page 73 of Bit's Bliss
When I woke and saw the sun was up, I felt like I’d gotten my first good night’s rest since before my wedding to Tiernan was called off. Actually, longer than that.
I stretched my arms above my head and smiled, knowing my entire body would be sore today, but it was worth it.
“She’s awake,” Trevino said, coming and sitting beside me on the bed. “And she’s smiling.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “How do you feel?”
“My answer now would be amazing. When I try to get up and walk around, I might change my mind.”
“A warm bath will help. Followed by a good rubdown.”
“Both sound like heaven.”
Trevino moved the sheet that covered my breasts down to my waist, and the only ache I could feel was between my legs, and that was one of desire.
“Let me look at you. Hands at your sides, and do not move or speak.” He focused his attention on my chest, using his hands, fingers, lips, and tongue to bring me to the point where I wanted to scream at him to give me what I so desperately needed.
“Come, time for breakfast,” he said, pulling the sheet so it no longer covered me.
Something told me not to spread my legs the way I wanted to or grab his hand and bring it to my pussy. No doubt, it would bring me another spanking, and while that sounded good, I doubted it would feel that way.
When he stood and held out his hand, I took it, thrilled when he pulled me into his arms, caressed my cheek with his fingers, and kissed me.
I’d never dreamed the way he made me feel was possible. It was as though he knew me so well he could give me what I needed long before I realized it myself.
“Thank you,” I said when he rested his forehead against mine.
“You’re welcome. Let’s eat.”
While he wore no shirt, socks, or shoes, he did have on a pair of well-worn jeans that were sexy as fuck.
“Should I, um…” I motioned to my nakedness with my hand.
“Use your words, Eberly.” His expression was hard to read.
“Should I get dressed?”
“Are you cold?”
I thought about it for a couple of seconds. “No, not really.” He raised a brow but didn’t speak. “So I guess I shouldn’t.”
“I’ve said more than once that you’re welcome to tell me if something you’re doing or I’ve asked you to do makes you uncomfortable. Unless you use the word red, it may or may not stop whatever is happening. However, I will listen to both your words and your body’s responses.”
“Are we in a scene now?”
“We are not. However, I want you to be naked and available for me to look at and touch whenever I want to, little dove. Tell me, is your pussy wet?”
I didn’t need to check. I knew it was. “Yes.”
“Perhaps what you really desire is for me to tell you to remain naked.”
“I do,” I confessed.
“What else do you want, Eberly?”
“I want you to touch me.”
His eyes blazed. “Where?”
I reached out and put my hand in his. When he didn’t pull away, I brought it between my legs.
