Page 96 of DeLucas After Dark

“Because not doing so would ruin my entire world. Firefly–Simone is–”

“You call her firefly?” She sat her teacup down. “What brought that about?”

“Whenever something is thrown her way, she shines brighter. I’ve never seen anything that would hold her back for long. It’s difficult to not see her and what she’s capable of. Yet, she’s delicate and needs protection in a way that helps her flourish. Not overbearing and controlling, but in a way that boosts her while having her back. Then there’s the way she metamorphoses as she levels up. It’s beautiful to see.”

“So not predatory and toxic?” She asked.

I laughed. “Well, she doesn’t mess around about things that belong to her, and her love of coffee should be dangerous.”

Mrs. Flowers joined me in chuckles, and I sat beside her.

“Things between us are so easy. As if we were made to be together. I only want to see her happy and love her like she deserves.”

“And you’re that man?” She peered directly into my eyes, and I never wavered when I responded.

“I am.”

“I’ll leave that decision up to Simone. You’ve got to prove yourself to her, not me. Though you chose well with that wine. What made you get it?”

“It was suggested at the store.”

“Well, the person who helped you gave you great advice. It’s my favorite.”

Damn, now I wished that I really had paid for whatever the man wanted at the store. Being her favorite? I’d have never guessed that. It did pair well with dinner, too. I was going to go back later and get some for my leftovers that Mrs. Flowers had packed up for me.

“Listen, I’ll support Simone in anything she decides to do. If she says yes, you have my blessing.”

It took everything in me to hide how pleased I was with her response. “I’d also like it if you came to Thanksgiving dinner. That’s when I plan to ask her if you’re okay with it.”

“At your sister’s house, I presume?”

“Yes.”

“What time should I be there?” She asked, picking up her teacup again.

“Five o’clock.” I beamed.

“I’ll see you there.”

And that was how I got my stamp of approval to make Simone my wife.

BENIAMINO

When we got home, I didn’t waste time with niceties. I undressed Simone quickly and got to the love making business. She quivered around me, and I fought to hold on to the orgasm that ached to be free. Three orgasms … and she owed me two more for being sassy. She was tired and whimpering, but I couldn’t back off. Besides, we both knew that she loved to be pushed in this way. Her back was to me, and I took a moment to kiss up the column of her neck.

“Please,” Simone begged, “I can’t.”

“You can and you will.”

She sounded almost regretful. It stirred the sadistic urges that threatened to take over, but we both knew she didn’t want that. I tweaked each of her nipples before stroking over her body. She purred, and I knew that she wasn't really done. She needed some help to get to where I wanted her.

“I’ll make a deal with you. If you come once more, and I mean a good hard orgasm, I’ll forgive the last one. If not, I expect both of them.”

“But…”

“No buts.”

I picked up the wand that lay on the table beside us. I turned it on low and moved it over her body.

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