“But there are other things we can do.” Her eyes gleam, catching every point of brightness from the overhead spotlights. “I’m sure I remember you detailing some of them, just yesterday.”
“Yesterday.” My fingers touch against her collarbone, tapping lightly. “That seems like such a long time ago.”
“Old age catching up with you again.” She rolls onto her back, pinching one of her nipples until its stiff peak points straight towards the ceiling. If this is her clumsy attempt at seduction, it’s working. “Let’s see. There was something about taking certain parts of your anatomy into my mouth.”
The part in question takes an immediate interest. I stare at her swollen lips and blink, imagining how they would stretch as she took me inside. “Is that something you’re interested in?”
Crimson nods, running her hands down my chest until she’s brushing against the head of my cock, and my hips bend towards the sensation.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I could wander back to my separate bedroom right now.”
The teasing tone of her voice drives me wild. There’s such a brightness about her. A sensual awareness that shouldn’t be so strong considering how recently her sexuality had been coaxed into life.
She tweaks her nipple again and my mind fills with white noise, buzzing as I lunge to take the nub into my mouth. Crimson’s soft gasp sends a rush of possessiveness straight to my chest. This is mine. Another first. Another piece of her that will forever belong to me.
I shaved before taking her to dinner, yet my stubble still creates an extra layer of pinkness to the delicate skin of her chest. When I kiss my way down to her navel, I rub my cheek against her there, turning a new stretch of creamy flesh into pink flame.
Instead of continuing, I move so our faces are level, resting my elbow on the bed again while my eyes feast upon every morsel of Crimson’s body. When the vision isn’t enough, I stroke my fingers across her, savouring the different pitches to her breaths, her gasps, her moans.
Then her fingers wrap around my hard length, pumping gently just as I’d shown her earlier. I want to abandon myself to the sensation, go where she leads, but I’m too conscious that she’ll be sore.
When she pauses, I detach her grip and wind my fingers through hers, rolling her over so her delicious bottom presses back against me; my breath ruffling her hair.
“Why are you stopping?” she grumbles when I stay like that for long minutes. “I’m sure you promised a whole range of better things. Why are you settling for a few kisses?”
“I’m not settling. Not every interaction has to lead to intercourse. Or oral. Or any orgasms at all. We can just touch each other because it feels good to touch and stop when we want to stop.”
She gives a light laugh, curving her arm behind her so her fingers curl around my neck. “You’ve missed a trick there, mister. I don’t know any better, so you could’ve said it’s mandatory that if I kiss you, I end up getting railed.”
“Railed?”
“What? Isn’t that your preferred slang term?”
My laugh is soft against her back, stirring the tiny hairs that escape from under her ringlets. “It doesn’t even feature on my top ten.”
“Substitute whichever word you prefer, then. You know what I mean.”
I draw a spiral on the ball of her shoulder, smiling as the skin of her arms raise into goosebumps. When I kiss the same spot, Crimson shivers. “You’re almost right,” I tease. “But if you kiss me, you have to finish with an anal rimming.”
“Mm-hm.” She rolls over to face me, giving me a poke in the chest. “Too late, mister. You should’ve thought of that before you decided to lay some truth bombs on me.”
“Truth bombs,” I scoff. “I need to call Sebastian and arrange a tutor versed in the English language immediately. You’re in dire need.”
“The only reason I’m in dire need right now is because the gorgeous man laying in bed beside me, naked, has spent far too much time explaining that we don’t have to have sex.” She purses her lips and shakes her head with disappointment. “Not the reaction I was hoping when I went to the trouble of taking off all my clothes.”
“Don’t you want to save anything for our wedding day?”
“When I’ll be stressed out about a thousand other details?” She gives a soft snort. “Sure, good plan.”
“I promise you a stress-free day.”
Her eyes look uncertain for a moment, then she bites her lip again and I have to avert my gaze, otherwise all my promises will be for nothing. “Why did you drag me into your room, then?”
“I love the feel of you,” I whisper against her chest. “You’re my favourite thing in the entire apartment.”
“Wow. Better than the furniture that digs into your spine?”
