My eyes snap to the king-size bed with red silk sheets. Next to it are white candles that are supposed to give off romantic vibes.
“Yes,” I answer.
She breaks from my embrace and sits on the fluffy mattress and opens the drawers. There are all kinds of toys, which are still in their packages—whips and chains, dildos and butt plugs ranging in sizes, and a few clit stimulators that I’m dying to use on her.
“What if I fuck this relationship up? What if this is too good to be true?”
I sit so close to her that our legs touch.
“What do you mean?” I stroke her cheekbone, and blood rushes south. I’m already hard for her. I want to tear the damn dress off her and fuck her until she begs me to stop.
“I’m waiting for my happiness to be taken from me. I haven’t been this happy in a long time.” She exhales. “My life was dull before you came along. I felt like I was living but not fully alive. And I think the moment is going to be snatched from me, and I want to hold on tight to you beca—”
I plant soft kisses on her neck, and she closes her eyes and moans. I want to prove to her that our happiness isn’t going anywhere.I’mnot going anywhere.
Pulling away, I say, “Because of what?”
I continue to kiss down her neck to her collarbone, and she places her hand on my hard dick and rubs the tip, getting precum on the pad of her thumb. I moan, and it takes every fiber in my body to show restraint. I need to be inside of her soon before I lose my mind.
“It’s not important.”
I lift up her dress, tracing my fingers on the line of her black lace thong. She spreads her legs wide for me, and I peel her panties from her body and toss them to the gray carpet.
“Yes, it is. Everything about you is important.”
“Are you planning on using these toys on me?” she asks.
Autumn thinks she’s off the hook about our conversation, but she’s not. I can’t think straight because I haven’t been inside of her.
Without responding, I bend down on my knees, getting a direct line to her pussy. I place my mouth over her clit, and she moans, digging her nails into my shoulder. When I know she is about to come, I pull away and say, “I’m going to deny you an orgasm if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“W-what?”
I rub my nose against her inner thigh and bite her flesh. “You heard me. Tell me what’s going on.”
She doesn’t respond, just squeals and closes her eyes.
“Suit yourself.” I put my mouth back on her clit and twirl my tongue around it like it’s my favorite candy and she places her fingers into my hair.
Her eyes are clouded with lust. “Please, let me come.”
I let go of her clit. “Then tell me what’s wrong.”
She doesn’t respond. “Please, make me come. I need it.”
“I can do this all day,” I tell her. “Play with your pussy and not make you come. It’s a pleasure to torture you. I love the way you squirm. The way your eyes show you are on the verge of coming.”
She shakes her head. “I’m afraid you’re going to reject me if I tell you.”
“Tell me anyway,” I say as I rub my nose against her inner thigh.
“I have feelings for you, and I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to wake up one morning and regret being with me. I want all of you.Allof you.” She sighs.
My heart pounds with every word. “You have feelings for me?” I murmur.
She leans down and places both hands on my cheeks. “Of course I do. Do you have feelings for me?”
I plant a kiss on her lips. “Let me show you how I feel about you.”
