I’m becoming partial to this position myself. Addy on top of me, grinding her heat onto my cock. Addy, with her breasts bouncing as she sinks onto my cock. Hell yeah.
I glide my hands along her legs from her feet to her calves, past her knees to her thighs.
“Eek.”
I wrench my mouth from hers. “Did I hurt you?”
“You didn’t hurt me.” Her cringe tells me she’s lying.
“I did. I told you we shouldn’t have sex.”
She huffs. “It was a tiny twinge. Not a big deal. As long as you don’t touch the bruise, we’re fine.”
“I’m not fine. I’m not risking hurting you.”
“It’s my choice whether or not to accept the risk.”
“Nope.”
She narrows her eyes. “Are you always this difficult?”
“When it comes to protecting you, yes.”
“You won’t have sex with me because of a teeny tiny bruise?”
“Your bruise is not tiny.”
“Fine. I have a better idea.”
She stands before dropping to her knees in front of me. “Songbird.”
“What?” She blinks up at me. “There’s no chance of you touching my stupid bruise if you can’t reach it.”
“I don’t want you on your knees.”
She nods to my cock. “It disagrees.”
“Addy,” I warn.
She ignores my warning and snaps my jeans open before lowering the zipper. I’m not wearing underwear, and my cock pops out. She grabs it and squeezes.
“You don’t want my mouth on you?”
My cock jerks in her hold. “Of course, I want your mouth on me. But I’m not a selfish bastard.”
She shrugs. “You can go down on me later.”
“You’ll sit on my face and if I hurt you, we stop.”
“Deal.”
“I’m not done yet.” I thread a hand through her hair and jerk until she’s forced to look up at me. “If you’re in pain and don’t tell me, I will punish you later.”
She bats her eyelashes. “Punish me how? I’m still open to the tying up discussion.”
I growl. “I’m serious, songbird. I won’t have you in pain when I’m in ecstasy.”
“Ecstasy, huh? I have a lot to live up to.”
