“It’s for you,” I explain.
“For me?”
“Yes. I emptied it to make space for your things if you want to bring some over here.”
Her eyes go round as she looks at the drawers again, surprised.
“I mean, we can keep doing what we’re doing—I don’t mind dropping by your place to pick things up every other day. But if you find it inconvenient, I want you to know these drawers and the hanging rail above are yours. You can bring whatever you want, at whatever pace you prefer. And when it’s full, I’ll empty another one to make room for more of your stuff. And then another one.”
And then, one day, all of her things will be here, and this will become her home.Ourhome.
She still isn’t talking, and I wonder if her brain isn’t entirely back yet from the crazy orgasm I gave her. “Andrea, say something,” I practically beg.
“You want me to bring some of my stuff here?”
I want her to bring all her stuff here, but it’s definitely too early to admit it. “Yeah. For convenience.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “Just convenience?”
“No. It’s because I enjoyed having you in my bed nearly every night this week, and I really hope next week will be the same. And the ones after that. If you have things here with you, it would make it easier.”
My answer seems to please her as she goes to open a drawer and then runs a flat hand on the smooth surface. “I’ll accept on one condition,” she negotiates, twisting to face me.
“What?”
I watch as she lifts herself to sit on the wooden surface. Then she wriggles her index at me, beckoning me to step closer. Her smile is like a siren’s call, and like a helpless sailor, I’m powerless against it. So I come closer, even though I’m perfectly aware of where this will take us.
“That you fuck me on it,” she continues.
She’s already pulling down my sweatpants before I can protest. “Andrea,” I mumble. “I told you there would be none of that for you this morning.”
“I can’t leave you aching like this, baby. Especially not on your birthday,” she coos right into my ear, her small hand circling my cock. I groan, and she takes it as an encouragement to tighten her grip on me. Her lips graze my neck, tempting and soft, just enough to drive me nuts with the need for more.
“This must hurt so much,” she teases, massaging me up and down. “I know a place, soft like silk, warm like a tongue, and always wet for you. It would feel so much better than this pain.” She moves back to meet my eyes, ready to administer the final blow. “Do you want me to show you,mi amor?”
Jesus fuck, my balls tighten at her invitation. My locked jaw must be enough of an answer, because she guides my cock to her opening, running the swollen head over her wet slit.
“I can’t wait for your birthday, Andrea,” I threaten as I slam into her. She cries out, arms hooking over my shoulders. “I will fuck you until you pass out, and no safe word will save you from it.”
“Promises, promi—Aah!” She loses her words as I fuck her on the chest of drawers, exactly like she asked for.
God help me, she finally realized how much power she has over me. I always feared the day this would come. But we’re there now, and I have to make peace with it. There isn’t a single thing I could refuse her. Not when she asks so nicely. And when she adds sex to the mix like this…
I’m a fucking goner.
Chapter 23
To my disappointment, I had to leave Lex alone on his birthday for a few hours to handle some things and drop by my place.
I didn’t get a chance to buy his gift this week since we were together the whole time, but once I finally had a moment, I knew exactly what to get. That part was easy. The silly little extra, though? That took way longer to find.
And because I have no self-control, I also picked up another indecent dress—just for him. The last one for a while, I told myself. But there’s something about the way he looks at me when I wear something sexy that’s impossible to resist. Addictive. And I have a feeling this dress will push him over the edge. Full-on Tex Avery wolf, tongue rolling to the floor and all.
As I walk up to his door, I’m aware of how barely covered I am under my coat. My mom would probably qualify this dress as underwear if she saw it, and I wouldn’t exactly blame her. It’s as revealing as a babydoll, despite the velvety fabric, with a draped cleavage that goes way too low. But given my lack of boobs, it’s notthatbad. And it’ll probably get me pinned down on the couch in under three minutes anyway, so I’ll change into something less raunchy, and we’ll move on with our celebrations.
I also prepared a duffel bag with some of my things for the drawers he emptied for me. If he wants me to be a more important part of his personal space, I won’t fight it. But between the bag with the gifts and the one with the groceries I’m holding, I had to leave it in the car. It’ll be another one of the many surprises I’ve planned for tonight.
Juggling the bags, I press the doorbell, straightening my scarf and coat the best I can. Like the gentleman he is, he’ll help me out of them and get his first present tonight.
