“Maybe.”
“Does it mean I get to tie you up again?”
Fuck, no.I mumble a curse before forcing myself up. I can feel her eyes on me as I exit the room, so I know she notices my legs are wobbly. Fucking hell, what has this woman done to me?
When I return with a few bottles, she’s on her back, stretching. My gaze instinctively narrows between her legs to admire my handiwork. She’s slick with cum, her clit so overworked it’s stillpoking out from its protective hood, her folds a dark pink from the blood flow and the soreness. I catch a glimpse of the plug I slipped into her ass earlier, as an attempt to make her even more receptive. That backfired to some extent, as it made her tighter than she already was.
Wordlessly, I unscrew the cap of the bottle I already drank from and hand it to her. She sits up, and once she’s taken it from me, I set the untouched bottles on the nightstand beside her. She lets out an appreciative sigh once she’s done drinking, and I leave her there to head to the bathroom. I wash my hands, clean my cock with a wet towel, and prepare a warm one for her.
Andrea is lying down again when I return, and her face is slowly but surely returning to its normal color, pink only lingering on her cheekbones. Meticulously, I pass the towel between her legs to clean her up, fold it over, and start again. “Do you want to keep the plug?” I ask, tugging on it just a little.
“I’ll keep it a little longer,” she decides. “Gotta get back to training so you can finally get in there.”
“Greedy little thing,” I whisper like praise before joining her on the bed.
Most of her clothes have fallen on the ground, and the bed looks like a war zone, covered in all sorts of bodily fluids. I should probably work on changing the sheets, but I think this might be the only kind of filth I like. Ours. The one our bodies make when we’re together. The shameless result of our need and love for each other.
Andrea comes closer to me, to cuddle, I think at first, but instead, she crawls over me sideways to shuffle through the covers on my side. “What are you looking for?”
“My phone. I last saw it around here. When you came all over my ass.”
Right, I did that. The sight was near perfection, its only flaw being the fact that her rear end isn’t as plump as it used to be.
“Found it!” she proudly says, brandishing her phone. She settles there, lying across my hips, so I rest a hand on the back of her thigh.
“What do you want to eat?” she wonders, opening one of her food delivery apps.
“Something full of fat, carbs, and calories.”
“Are you secretly asking me to order from Burger King? Did you miss it?”
“In brutal honesty, the hamburgers they served us in jail were slightly better than Burger King. But I’ll have whatever it takes to refill this,” I explain, moving my hand up enough to squeeze one of her round cheeks.
She gapes, a little stunned. “Are you really trying to make me have a fat ass again?”
“It wasn’t fat. It was perfect.”
“And now it’s not?”
Fuck, did I say something I shouldn’t have? Scrambling to find the right reply, I quickly say, “I’ll forever love your ass, Andrea. But I don’t like seeing it like this.”
“Why?”
“Because it reminds me of how miserable you were. That I dragged you with me in this whole mess.”
The squint in her eyes softens, and her hand reaches to my jaw, laying a tender graze on it. “I need you to promise me something,” she says, emotion making her voice uneven.
“Anything.”
“Don’t start complaining when we’re having burgers every other day.”
The moment falls flat when I realize she set me up for more teasing, and she returns to her phone with an impish grin. I can’t stop my hand from administering a small slap on her ass, which has her yelping. “That’s what you get for being a tease,” I explain.
The sting of it has my palm prickling, making me want more. It looks like I’m not the only one feeling that way, because she turns to me with her white teeth biting into her bottom lip as her ass perks up just a little.
“And what would I get for being a bad girl who hacked into the DA’s computer?” she wonders.
Another sharp, dry slap makes her mounds jiggle, and she lets out a small cry that resembles a moan, her body jumping forward a little. Before she can get over it, I spank her once more.
