Her eyes sparkle with delight. “We’re eating dinner in bed?”
I nod. “I thought dinner and some movies.”
She claps her hands together. “That sounds perfect.”
We ate dinner and watched one movie, and then Imogen fell asleep before the second one was even halfway done. I turned off the TV and then I just watched her sleepingfor hours. Mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and the occasional twitch of her nose. She looks so different now. So unguarded and peaceful. Stripped of her armor while she sleeps. I suppose we have both peeled away our layers for the other.
But I must have fallen asleep because I’m being woken by her squirming, which has her wriggling her perfect ass over my rapidly hardening cock. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Cramps,” she groans.
“You want me to get some Advil and the hot water bottle?”
“No,” she breathes out the word. “I want to try your other method, sir.”
My sleep-addled brain takes a few seconds to register what she means. “Oh? You want to try my orgasm method?”
“It seems only right to test it out after you made such a bold claim.”
I nip her shoulder blade. “You’re such a brat.” I delicately slip two fingers into her mouth. “Suck, baby. Give me plenty of spit, because we’re going to need a little lubricant.”
She sucks, covering my fingers with saliva before I pull them out. I slide my hand into her panties and find her clit, already swollen.
She moans softly. “But why do we need lube? I feel...” She doesn’t finish what she was saying.
I rest my lips at her ear, working my fingers over her sensitive flesh. “You feel what?”
“Wet,” she whispers.
“I’m sure you are, but that tampon you’re wearing is soaking up all your lovely cum, along with your period. And you’re going to need to change it in an hour.” I set an alarm on my watch for myself so I could do that for her. I read it’s dangerous to leave them in for more than eight hours and I have no intention of letting any harm come to her.
“Oh, god, I’m so naive.”
“Not naive, baby. Just learning new things.” I press more firmly and she gasps. “And I love being your teacher.”
She throws her head back in pleasure and I take advantage of the expanse of skin on her neck, kissing and licking while I play with her needy clit. “Y-you’re such a good teacher, Linc.”
“It’s not hard when I have such a bright, enthusiastic pupil.”
I sink my teeth into her throat, biting gently while I work her over, and it doesn’t take long to push her over the edge. She moans my name when she comes, whispering her thanks for helping with her cramps.
She’s already drifting back to sleep when she confirms that my theory is indeed true. With a smile, I wrap her tightly in my arms, ignoring the ache in my dick as it’s still pressed against her ass. Tomorrow, I’ll take my fill of her, but tonight, all I want to do is hold her while she sleeps.
Chapter 50
Lincoln
It’s September, and the nights are getting longer and the days shorter and milder, which means Imogen spends much less time in the garden tending to her vegetables and flowers, and more time in the library with me. I enjoy watching her work in the garden every morning and I spend far too much time doing that and not enough time working, but seeing her happy and making the overgrown garden her own is a much more pleasant way to pass the time. Selfishly, though I’m enjoying the fall, I can’t wait for winter when she will be inside much more frequently, and we can spend nights curled beneath a blanket in front of a log fire.
She saunters across the room, hips swaying like a pendulum, hypnotizing and distracting. Her eyes drop to the chessboard in the center of the table.
“Do you play?”
She wrinkles her nose. “A little. Not very well.”
“Would you like a game?”
She smiles, and there’s something wicked and inherently sexy about it. The transformation in her these past few months is astonishing, and I’m enjoying every facet of this new Imogen. “I’d love one, sir.”
