My heart gives a great big thump as I tighten my grip on Lawson, my body weight pinning him to the bed. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, I think he likes it with the way he’s holding me to him, his hand still running rhythmically over my neck and shoulders.
“Can I ask you something?” he says.
I nod against him.
“Why do you call me princess? You said something once about pampering me. Is that why?”
I hum before pulling my face from Lawson’s neck. Carefully, I slip from his body, transfixed for a moment by the cum leaking out of his ass. I settle back over him, our chests pressed together, my elbows on the bed keeping me from crushing him completely.
“There’s this term,” I explain. “Pillow princess. Ever heard of it?”
He shakes his head.
“It’s like… I guess the best way I can think to describe it is someone who prefers receiving pleasure to giving it. Whether that’s being railed against a kitchen countertop or…lying in bed comfortably with a pillow under their head while their partner brings them off.”
Lawson’s brow pinches. “That doesn’t exactly sound like a positive.”
“It’s not a bad thing, Law,” I assure him. “We’ve already established I like making you feel good.”
“But you don’t…you don’t want me to participate more? Am I doing enough for you? ’Cause I can—”
I bring my lips to Lawson’s, stopping his words before they can form. The kiss is short but steady. “I don’t want you feeling like you have to perform just to make me happy.Thismakes me happy.” I think of how best to explain it to him. “Try to imagine what it’s like to look at someone and get mesmerized by every dip and valley of their body. Imagine getting turned on by the way they move and sound and how they react to your touch. And then imagine being told you have free rein to enjoy it. That’s not a bad thing, Law.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “It doesn’t work like that for me.”
“I know. And that’s okay. It just means we fit in a way that works for both of us.”
I lean onto one elbow to brush Lawson’s hair back from his forehead. There are subtle wrinkles carved into the skin beside his eyes, a few in the furrow of his brow.
“Law… I don’t want you to be anyone but who you are. You’re welcome to touch me however you want, always. But I will never tire of being the one to bring you pleasure. Frankly, I can’t think of anything hotter.”
Lawson lets out a slow breath. I wait for him to quarrel further, but all he says is, “All right.”
“Yeah? You believe me?”
“You don’t lie to me, Oak. So yes, I believe you.”
“Good,” I say on a sigh. “Because I quite like you being my princess.”
The flush on Lawson’s cheeks is a mighty endearing sight. He clears his throat. “You just like me bossing you around.”
“Excuse you,” I say, laughter in my tone. “I tolerate it at best.”
“Love it,” Lawson combats. He’s not wrong. “Now run us a shower, would you? You made a mess of me again.”
“Ah, Christ,” I grumble, even as I dutifully lean back and help Lawson from the bed.
We make a quick dinner once showered, eating outside while the sun lasts, our hair drying in the breeze. Bell lies nearby, her tail swishing every once in a while to chase off the occasional fly.
“I saw Laura earlier,” Lawson says unprompted.
I finish chewing my bite of food before responding. “Yeah?”
He nods, looking out over the expansive backyard, his gaze distant. “I didn’t ask her what you two talked about.”
“You can, Law. It’s not anything I’m trying to hide. I just—”
“I know,” he cuts in. “You’re protecting me. I don’t need to know the specifics. I’d like to remain friendly with Laura. For Wendy’s sake. But we’re not ever gonna be friends again, Oak. There’s too much hurt there already.”
