“I love the way you fuck me.”
His eyes narrow. “You aren’t going to say it back?”
“The last time I gave you exactly what you wanted, you forgot me. Do you really think I’m dumb enough to do it again?”
“Because you don’t love me?”
“I’m not saying it.”
“You’re fucking stubborn.”
I shrug. “You love me anyway.”
His lips find mine, and I feel his words in the kiss, in the warmth of his hands as he runs them along my back.
I do love the man, and I know I’ll say the words eventually, but I also want to punish him a little for staying away so long. I don’t want to even think about all the time we’ve missed together.
“Lift up,” he urges as his fingers attempt to work open his jeans.
“Getting sloppy in your old age?” I tease. “A couple months ago you would’ve been able to lift me with one hand.”
“You feel heavier.”
I gasp, my hand immediately lifting to cup his jaw. “Do you want to have blue balls?”
He shakes his head, his smile wide and carefree.
“They’re going to be purple from smacking against your ass too much. Seriously. I need a few more inches.”
“That’s what she said,” I mutter, squealing in the next second because he manages to not only lift me from his lap but lay me out on the damn living room floor.
“You’ve never complained about my size or length,” he says, a lot of attention on moving his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs.
“It’s rude to point out deficiencies that people can’t change.”
His fingers freeze on the waistband of my panties.
“I’m going to punish you for that.”
“Can’t wait.”
Annoyed with my teasing, he doesn’t take the time to pull my panties all the way off. He simply pulls them to one side before settling on top of me.
“Beg me for it.”
I shake my head, my desire growing incrementally as seconds tick by.
“Beg.” He runs the length of himself along my clit, and I’m just about to open my mouth and do his bidding, but he pulls his hips back, sliding into me before I can speak. “Save it for next time.”
I try to laugh, but a moan of pleasure escapes instead.
“Jesus, fuck,” he pants, his mouth against my neck as he freezes.
“The anthem of every single two-pump chump,” I whisper, my legs already shaking with my own need for release.
He pulls his torso up, his green eyes looking down at me. “Is this some sort of payback?”
“The teasing or the tight pussy?” I ask as I lift my legs and wrap them around his back, pulling him in deeper as I dig my heels into his muscled ass.