“Yeah.” He scooted closer so his forehead was pressed against my chest. “I hate the circumstances, but I’m glad I met you.”
“Me too, kitten.” I closed my eyes and breathed him in. The fragrance of my body wash lingered on him, and I loved it. Loved that he smelled not just like home but like me.
“Ash?”
“Yes, Jules?”
“I need you.”
“I’ve got you, kitten.”
I wrapped my arms around him and rolled us so he was stretched out on top of me.
“You feel good up there.”
“You look good down there.” He wiggled closer and pressed his nose into my neck. “Smell good too.”
“Is it weird that we like to smell each other?” I ran my hands down his back and cupped his ass.
“I don’t think so. I mean, if we were sniffing each other’s shoes on the regular, then maybe. Not knocking shoe fetishes, but it’s not my thing.”
“Talking about sniffing shoes isn’t really getting me in the mood, if that was your plan.”
“Oh, you’re already there.” He ground his hips down, scraping his hard dick against mine.
“Fuck. Yeah. That’ll definitely help things along.”
He giggled and did it again.
“You’re a brat.”
“Maybe. Are you going to punish me?”
“Do you want me to?”
He licked his bottom lip, his eyes on my mouth.
“Kitten?”
“I want you to,” he whispered.
A burst of need shot through me.
“Then lie on your back and let me take a look at you.”
He threw himself off me and landed on the bed with a big grin on his face.
I laughed, loving his enthusiasm, and rolled onto my side so I could look down at him.
“Well, well, well.” I rested one hand on his stomach. “Look. At. You.”
He drew in a shaky breath, his eyes wide and filled with hopeful anticipation.
“How far do you want things to go tonight?”
“I need you.”
“You have me. Now give me the words, Jules. I need to know your boundaries.”