His breath hitches, and I know I caught him off guard with my confession. “You’ve readFifty Shades of Greytoo many times, Yellow Crayon. But no, it’s not about touching for me. It’s more about looking.”
I frown and tilt my head. I wish I could see his face. Read his expression. “Looking?”
“I don’t like being looked at.”
Okay, not what I expected. He’s so beautiful that I would love to stare at him all day. In fact, I tend to watch him when he’s not looking to memorize everything about him. And thinking about how great he must look naked makes me blush. “Oh.”
“Did you like what I did to you in your dreams?”
Swallowing again, I cringe at how audible it is. Nothing sounds less sexy. Except maybe a fart. “Yes,” I whisper.
“You like a bit of darkness despite your sunny disposition, don’t you, Yellow Crayon?”
There’s a husk in his voice that makes me tremble. Until him, I never thought I was the type of girl who liked anything remotelydark. In the bedroom or otherwise. But all I can think about now is dirty. Rough. How exciting it all is.
“Possibly.”
“Do you want me to show you a bit of the darkness inside of me?”
More than anything. “Yes.”
His strong arms pull me from the bed, and my back presses against his front. My thin shirt allows me to feel he’s shirtless against my back, and I desperately want to see what he looks like.
The sleep pants he wears hides very little as our bodies rest against each other, and I shiver as his erection presses against my ass. I’ve never wanted a man like this before.
In fact, I’ve never really wanted a man in my life, but I’ve given in to the few boyfriends I’ve had. But not one of them ever seemed this excited at the thought of having me.
“Let’s see how much you want it,” Tucker whispers into my ear.
I don’t know exactly what that means, but the darkness adds to the excitement as I wait to find out. My sleep attire is a very unattractive oversized shirt and panties that are soaked through. It’s probably good that he can’t see me. He’d probably turn and walk away at the frumpiness.
I gasp as his fingers slip up my shirt to skate along my belly before dipping into my panties. God, I hope he isn’t grossed out by how wet they are.
“Fuck, Yellow Crayon. You really want the darkness I have to offer you, don’t you?”
The ability to form words has completely escaped me, and all I’m left with is desperate sounds. Thankfully, he understands they mean yes.
Everything in me screams out yes.
He’s inside me quickly, my panties pushed to the side. The feel of him as he slowly rocks is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and he bends me forward until I figure out he wants me bracing myself on the bed.
It feels so good, and I grip the sheets in my hands as he continues to move inside me.
“You’re as tight as I imagined you’d be.”
He’s thought about having sex with me like I have him? Why does knowing this turn me on even more? I swear, I could burst into flames right now. I’m so damn hot.
“You feel better than you do in my dreams,” I say before letting out a soft moan.
At least my speech functionality has returned.
“Fuck, you take it so good.”
My small boobs bounce beneath the oversized shirt as he thrusts faster and harder into me. I’ve never been a fan of the jackhammer motion, or being taken from behind for reasons I’ll never tell him, but this feels amazing. It feels like a dirty dream, and I’m loving it.
My orgasm hides just over the ridge, and I can tell he holds back. He probably assumes I can’t handle what he offers. His fingers grip my hips, and his movements are strategic where I’d expect wild.
I need more.
