“Your bedroom or mine,Aneah?” he asked.
“Mine, I guess,” I said, because that’s where all my stuff was. But the realization that Yiri had a different bedroom was a shock to my system. He left me to sleep alone last night. Did he plan to do that every night? He’d better not. If I had to got to sleep looking like a horny June Cleaver every night just to keep him in my bed, I was going to divorce his ass. Even if he did fuck like an absolute god.
Maybe we could be exes with benefits?
Or, he could just sleep with me like a good husband.
In my room, he dumped me on the bed and prowled over me, skimming his hands up my legs beneath my skirt.
“Do you want me to be a good mate and wait for your invitation,Aneah?” he asked, voice rough as he pushed the material higher, his eyes fixated on my thighs as they were bared.
“My invitation?”
“To mate with you,” he said, distracted as he reached the edge of my panties and pushed my thighs wide with his big hands. “It’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but if that’s what you want from me--”
“Are you serious?” I bounced my head on the mattress in frustration. I thought we were past this. “Is that how it works here? Men can’t initiate sex?”
He looked up the length of my body and met my eyes. “It’s frowned upon.”
“That’s a lot of pressure to put on one person in a relationship,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “But is that whatyouwant?”
“You want the truth?”
“Yes. Always.”
Yiri nodded, his mouth opening and his tongue darting across his lips as his fingers slid under the gusset of my panties and wrapped around the lacy material in a tight fist. “No,” he said, slowly pulling the panties down my legs by the crotch. The muscles in his hand and forearm bunched with tension as he watched their descent. “I don’t want to ask. I want to take you wherever and whenever I want. Anytime I scent your sweet nectar, I want to know it’s mine to taste. But if you want me to wait, or to ask, I will.”
“No,” I shook my head. “If I don’t want it, I’ll tell you. And you’ll listen?”
“Of course,” he said, pausing to give me a serious look. “I’ll never take what you don’t want to give.”
I nodded. I trusted him. It was probably crazy, but I did. I moved myself and my cat to a whole new galaxy to be with him, so it was all or nothing, right?
“Then don’t wait,” I said. “I’m pretty much always hot for you.”
“Oh, I know, little wife,” he said, shucking his pants and then his shirt. “The next time you grind on me in your sleep, you’re going to wake up impaled on my cock.”
I pulled my knees up, spreading them wide in invitation. “Yes, Yiri, please,” I moaned. “Fuck me all the time. I’ve never been this horny for anyone.”
He entered me with a swift thrust, grabbing my bent legs and using them to pull me closer. “Because you’re mine,” he said, bringing one hand to the neckline of the sundress and tugging it down until my breasts bounced out with his rough rhythm. He batted one bouncing tit and then the other with his hand, watching them jiggle. He grunted and pistoned his hips harder and deeper. “I’m a bad male in this life,” he said, “but I must have been very good in the last one to deserve such a beautiful mate.”
“Oh, you were a saint, I’m sure,” I said dryly.
He gripped the front of the dress again, rubbing it between his fingers. “This is sellah silk,” he said. “You had it made today?”
“Yes.”
He grinned. “Just to torture me?”
I was speechless for a moment when he angled his hips, and I got my first good contact with his pierced ridge. It lined up perfectly with my clit, and Yiri knew exactly how to move to make it feel like the best sex toy I’d ever experienced. I bit my lip hard, moaning as he kept going.
“Y-yes. To… mmm. To get your attention,” I said.
“Are you pleased with the results?” he asked.
“Very pleased,” I said, lifting up on my elbows to better see what was happening where we were joined.
“Me, too,” he said. “You’re the sexiest little pinup girl I’ve ever seen.”
