“That’s my good girl. Now, all good girls should be in bed asleep. Are you going to be able to sleep?”
“I hope so.”
He cupped the side of her face and kissed her deeply. His tongue slid between her lips and he pressed himself up against her.
When he drew back, she didn’t know why she did it, but she suddenly blurted it out. “Eli made me come in the bath.”
He raised his eyebrows as he gazed down at her. “Is that so?”
“Um, yeah. It is.”
“And did you like it?” he murmured.
“Yes, of course.”
“Hmm, and what did he use to make you come? His fingers?”
She nodded.
“How about his tongue?” he asked.
“What? No!” she cried.
Since meeting them she’d blushed more than she had in all the years she’d been alive.
“No? Do you not like that idea?” he murmured.
“I don’t understand how you like the idea of doing . . . that to me.”
Urgh. She wished she could talk like a normal adult.
“So you don’t think you’d like sucking me off?” he asked.
“Can I try?”
He gave her a surprised look. “You want to try?”
“Yes, please. Now?”
“You need to go to bed. You should be asleep. And I’m the one who is going to use my mouth tonight.”
Disappointment filled her.
“But tomorrow you can suck me off,” he promised.
“And by tomorrow you mean today, right? Since it’s nearly two in the morning.”
“Right.” Bending down, he kissed her again. “I won’t strip you off completely, but I do want to touch you everywhere. If you need me to stop, say red.”
She nodded.
He grasped hold of her chin. “Words, Butterfly.”
“I understand,” she replied.
“That’s a good girl. What do you say if you’re scared or uncomfortable or in pain?”
“I say red.”
