A puff of air leaves my lips. “Baby, I couldn’t care less what colour hair you have.”
Between her brow, a wrinkle forms as if she’s annoyed.
“You’re beautiful, regardless.”
A smile pushes her cheeks up. “You can compliment me all you like. You’re still not getting into my knickers.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
She opens one eye, the other hidden by the pillow. Hergaze roams over my bare chest. “You’d better have left your boxers on.”
I quirk a grin. “Are you afraid you might be tempted?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” She closes her eyes, probably to hide a dramatic eye-roll.
“It might help you sleep. You’ve been tossing and turning for the last hour.”
“Probably because I have your huge arm under my pillow.”
“I can move it.”
“Don’t you dare. I’ve just got comfy.”
“Okay.” I shuffle closer to her, my dick hard as a fucking rock. It’s almost painful. I only have myself to blame. I shouldn’t have lied and said there were no other rooms, but I may as well be in here, tortured. Another room would be even worse, not knowing if she’s safe or not. “We should just fuck and get it out of our system.”
“Wasn’t the shower enough to satisfy you?” She smiles with her eyes closed, still pretending she’s tired.
“You saw that, huh?” A laugh shakes my shoulders. I don’t know if it’s because I know her from our time before, but I feel strangely comfortable with her, as if no time has passed at all. The back-and-forth banter is also kinda fun.
“It was hard to miss.”
“You could’ve joined me.”
“I’d just had a shower. I didn’t need another.”
“I saw your shaver on the side.” My hand reaches her leg under the covers, my fingertips gliding up her silky smooth thigh. “Did you shave your pussy?”
Her eyes open as my fingers tease the small lace trim around her nightdress. The way she swallows, but stays silent, tells me everything I need to know.
“I could’ve trimmed it for you. After all, I am your gardener.” I risk trailing my fingers higher over the satin material at the apex of her thighs.
Her hand flies out from underneath the covers and wraps around my throat. “You touch me there again and I’ll strangle you in your sleep.” Her eyes narrow, as if daring me to take the bait.
“Is that a promise? I’ve always wanted to try breath play.” I stroke her pussy again because I just can’t help myself. “Tell me, fiore mio, is your figa as soaked as it was on the boat that day?”
“You’re insufferable.” She lets out an irritated groan as she straddles me, wrapping both hands around my neck, but the pressure is barely a caress, like silk wrapping around steel. “Why are you so irritating?”
My hands grip her fleshy thighs as I lift my hips.
Her tits bounce under her satin camisole dress, her nipples pebbled beneath the fabric, and my cock grows another inch.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She rubs her clit against my dick, her hips rolling as she bears her weight down on my neck. Leaning over, she whispers, “If we’re doing this, we do it on my terms.”
She has me in a chokehold, literally. It’s obvious she needs the upper hand. I’ll let her have her fun tonight, but she will submit to me eventually.
“Whatever you say, Rose.” I lift my hips again, loving the way her full breasts bounce, chafing her nipples under her camisole.
