“I hadn’t realized it had such emotional implications.That makes it sexier, I think.”
Watching her, feeling her internal muscles convulse around his fingers, had given him an erection.His cock had been hard for two hours, throbbing and insistent.
“So what we’ve done so far, is that enough for you?”
He smiled.“Obviously I’d like to have sex with you.Fuck you hard.Watch you ride me, suck my cock.”
Eyes wide, she regarded him over the rim of the glass.
“But, yes.I will play with you, whether you want to have sex or not.”
“And if we do?”
“We’ll use condoms.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
He waited.
“It will be kinky?”
He couldn’t help but smile.“Do you want it to be?”
“Yeah.”
When she looked at him like that—wide-eyed and guileless—and when she spoke to him with a husky vibration in her throat, he had to fight for control.“My bedroom,” he told her.“Now.”
In spite of the storm, Loopy remained where she was even when Sofia stood and headed toward the stairs.
“Wait.”
She stopped and looked back at him, her eyebrows drawn together in question.
“Indulge me if you will.Take off your clothes.”
She turned back toward him.“All of them?”
“All of them.”If he had his way, there would be a time in the near future when she wouldn’t question him.Instead, she’d be so comfortable with him, with herself, that she’d simply do as he bid.Drop her garments, and maybe add a respectful, “Yes, Sir.”
Her hands shook as she undressed and he found that sexy.This time he didn’t help her, instead, he watched.
She sat on the wooden trunk to take off her boots.Then she removed everything else and put it all on the couch.
“Better,” he said.“Much, much better.”Slowly he stood.Then, unable to resist, he traced his forefinger down the column of her throat.For a few moments, he was mesmerized, and obviously, so was she.After shaking his head to clear it, he waved toward the stairs.“After you.”He heard her shaky breaths, but she didn’t argue.
He followed, appreciating the sight of her naked body as her hips moved, her breasts swayed and her hair brushed her shoulders.The reality was even more erotic than his imagination had been.
In his bedroom, he said, “There are condoms in the cabinet beneath the right-hand sink.”
She paused long enough to take a breath, but she didn’t question him.
He fetched a couple of lengths of silk rope from a dresser drawer and placed them on the nightstand before removing the quilt and draping it over a chair.She returned a moment later, the small packet in hand.“Put it there,” he instructed.
The moment she saw the rope, she swung her gaze to him.
He didn’t speak, and neither did she.Instead, she put the condom where he’d suggested.“Now undress me,” he said.
She glanced at the floor then back at him.Her footsteps were silent as she closed the distance between them.
