“Relax for me,” he commanded.
She could feel how hard he was, his dick was pressed against her lower stomach. She couldn’t believe she’d slept like this, spra
wled on top of him. With just his pajama bottoms and a tank top between them. Wasn’t she too heavy? How had she gotten on top of him? Normally, she hated sleeping while touching someone. Rex had always wanted her to cuddle him.
She’d only been able to give him a few minutes before rolling away. And yet, she’d slept like the dead on top of Ed?
He smacked his hand on her ass.
“Hey!” She raised her head to glare down at him. “What was that for?”
“You were thinking too much.”
She frowned. “I like it when you do that thing with my palm better.”
“No, you don’t,” he replied confidently. Then he rubbed her stinging bottom.
Oh dear Lord, was he right? Did she like when he spanked her?
Of course you do or you’d have already kneed him in the family jewels and stormed out of here. You like everything he does and you know it.
“Ever had anal sex?” he asked suddenly.
“No,” she squeaked.
“Ever wanted to?”
“No,” she replied.
He paused, no longer rubbing her ass. “Is that so? So the idea of me playing with your ass doesn’t excite you? Wearing plugs to stretch you? My fingers driving deep into your ass while I lick your clit? My dick sliding into your back passage? None of that interests you?”
She opened her mouth and he placed his free hand over her mouth. “And before you answer, you should know that while you’re excellent at hiding your real thoughts and emotions, that I have the added advantage of having your naked body pressed against me. It’s hard to hide your true feelings when you’re in such a vulnerable position.”
She squirmed, looking for some wriggle room. But he held her tight, one hand on her ass, his fingers pressed between her cheeks, so close to touching her back passage. His other arm was around her, holding her against him.
“Ed!”
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yes, I’ve thought about it. And when I read about it, yeah, maybe I get a bit turned on. But I don’t know if I can . . . if I want . . . “
“We’ll go slow,” he reassured her.
She wasn’t sure that would be any better.
“How did I get on top of you?” she asked.
“You started to have another nightmare, so I pulled you close and you climbed on top of me.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry.”
“Why? I like it. I think that you should sleep on me every night.”
“I can’t do that!”
“Even better if you’re naked.”
“Ed!”