“Can I touch you?” she asks.
I come back around to where she’s kneeling. Her nipples are pointed straight out.
“You want to touch…which part of me?”
“All of you,” she breathes.
I take off my t-shirt, unbuckle my belt, and she licks her lips at the sound. I undo my zipper, and my cock is totally hard.
“I need you to lie down, Luna.”
This time, she does.
I get into bed and lie next to her.
We’re both on our sides. I grip her wrists and bring them toward my body.
“Touch anything you want.”
Her hands, still bound together with her hair tie, start at the bottom of my abs and slide slowly up, caressing my chest, my neck, my chin.
She rubs my cheeks, and giggles.
“Your face feels pretty sexy.”
“Feel this scar.”
I run her hand over to the side of my upper forehead. “What happened?”
“I was little. My father…well he was drunk and he went after me with a wrench.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Dead serious.”
“Oh, Thor. That’s so sad.”
She squeezes a tuft of my hair. “Can I see it? Please?”
“No, not right now.”
“I don’t know why you’re hiding from me. I would like you even if you were badly maimed.”
“I’m actually a wanted felon,” I growl, and she laughs.
“Oh? What are you wanted for?”
I slip my hand down to the side of her thigh and slide it slowly up her body.
“You don’t want to know,” I joke, but I notice her body is shaking. “You okay?”
She nods. “Why wouldn’t I be? Because I’m about to do very naughty things with a faceless man?”
“About to?” I growl. “You’ve already done naughty things while thinking about me, haven’t you?”
She nods, a little shiver rippling through her.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “I have.”
