“What is?” I ask.
“The fact that I need this. I get annoyed sometimes that my body seems unable to cooperate.”
“It’s not stupid. I’ll be your weighted blanket anytime,mon chou.”
Her hands wrap around my waist, tugging me down further. “No idea what that means but I’ve heard your mom say it before so I’m assuming you’re being nice. You need to stop being nice to me.”
Turning my head, I plant a firm kiss on her cheek. “No.”
“Is there more?” she whispers after a moment.
She doesn’t elaborate but I know what she means. Are there more things I haven’t told her? More things I’m hiding? “Yes.”
“Will you tell me?”
“Not yet, but I will. I promise.”
Her sigh is deep. “I don’t like that. I don’t like feeling like I’m missing something.”
“I know you don’t. Can you let me give you information in doses, please?”
She doesn’t agree so I release my elbows and let my entire weight fall on her.
“Benoit!” She squirms. “You’re—crushing—me!”
“Oops, sorry about that!” I’m not sorry. I roll off of her so we’re laying side by side. We both stare up at the ceiling, quiet as she processes.
After a moment, she props herself up on her elbow, turning to face me. I look up at her beautiful face, trying to decipher the look she’s giving me.
Leaning close, she runs her nose across my jawline. Once she reaches my ear, she whispers, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
Cole climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. She grinds down slowly, finding me hard already. That perfect brow arches. “Eager, are we?”
“Always, Red. Always.”
She falls forward, kissing up my neck and across my face. When she sits back up, she pulls me with her, removing my shirt before lightly shoving me back down. “Your abs are stupid.”
“So stupid,” I repeat. “I’ll start skipping core day.”
“If you do that, I will contemplate murder.”
“Doubling core days, got it,” I mumble, distracted now as Cole also strips off her own shirt. She’s got some sort of sports bra situation going on and her tits look too restricted. “Take this off,” I say, sliding my finger under the bottom band.
Cole smirks, pulling it off and sending her ponytail swishing behind her. “Your body is anything but stupid, don’t change it,” I tell her.
“It will probably change as I get older,” she replies, factual as ever.
“And it will still be perfect.” I cup both of her breasts in my hands, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She moans, tossing her head back and arching into me. My dick is straining against my jeans, but she seems to enjoy the friction through her thin leggings. “Can I taste you?”
Dazedly she nods, shuffling her knees toward my face. She realizes around the same time that I do that she’s still wearing pants. Hopping off the bed, she strips the rest of her clothes off until she’s standing there looking like a goddess. My eyes jump back and forth between her bouncing tits and swaying hips, frantic to drink the entire picture in.
She climbs back on top of me, stopping when I take her nipple into my mouth. She grasps my chin and holds me to her, taking exactly what she wants from me. “Good boy,” she whispers before maneuvering so her knees are on either side of my face.
“Sit,” I command. “Please,” I add when I hear her scoff.
“I love when you beg, Benoit.” She lowers herself partially down, waiting.
