He ran his hand down her stomach. “And no curves? Is that what you said?”
She didn’t respond. He knew exactly what she’d said. He moved his hand to her hip. “Baby, you’ve got plenty of curves, enough for me to hold on tight and not ever want to let go.”
He suddenly spun her around, lifting her in the air and settling her on his lap once more so she was facing him. Her legs straddled his hips and his hard cock pressed against her aching pussy.
“Oh hell,” she muttered.
He grinned as he reached around and cupped her bottom. “And this ass. Fuck. Me. This ass is enough to make a man weep in thanks for all that it gives him. Plump. Firm. Cannot wait to see it over my knee, bare and bright pink, and to hear the little cries you’ll make as I spank you.”
Her breath hitched, her pulse racing.
“That turns my baby on, doesn’t it?” he murmured. “You want your ass spanked so bad, don’t you, baby girl?”
She groaned at his words. He squeezed one of her cheeks more firmly. “Don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, that’s right. Because my baby is perfect for me. She’s just fucking perfect, period, and I don’t ever want to hear her say otherwise? Got it?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t able to say anything more because his fingers were pressing their way between her ass cheeks. He pushed a finger against her back hole.
“West! What are you doing?” She squeezed her cheeks together. He wouldn’t, would he?
“Ever thought about having your ass taken?”
“N-no.”
He gave her a look of disbelief. “You sure about that, baby girl? Cause you know you’re not to lie to me.”
She groaned. “Okay, maybe, sometimes I’ve thought about it.”
“Bet you have. Your orgasm last night was fucking amazing, but I bet you’d go off like fireworks if I ate you out while fucking your ass with my finger.”
“Oh, hell. People don’t talk that way.”
“What way?” he asked.
“About . . . they don’t say . . . they don’t talk about it . . . not like that. Just straight out.”
“You’d rather I beat around the bush?” he asked. “Say stuff you weren’t quite sure what I was meaning, leading to misunderstandings?”
“No, of course not. It’s just . . .” She bit her lip. What the hell did she want?
“You’d rather it be a sneak attack? Seems like an asshole thing to do, but if you’d rather have the surprise of me touching you there when you’re unprepared—”
“What? No. I guess, forget I said anything. Keep going. I’ll just pretend I’m not here dying of embarrassment with my face on fire.”
He grinned and cupped the side of her face. “I like when you blush. It’s cute.”
“It makes me seem like a naïve fool.”
“Nothing wrong with being naïve, baby. So long as you got someone watching your back. You got me now. So you can be as naïve as you like.”
“Thanks. I think.”
He handed the soap over to her. “Wash me.”
Her breath caught. Okay, that was an order she totally didn’t mind following. She ran the soap over his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. She ran her thumb over first one then the other then back again.