“Like I said, you’re a menace.”
He pushes my face away so I’m facing the headboard and he can grab my ass cheeks again.
I flinch a little, worried he’d forgotten when I told him how Carter used to spank me and I hated it. I should have known better because as soon as my spine clamps up, Alfie soothes me, moving his hands to my hips and squeezing.
“I’m not going to do anything you told me you don’t like, Mia,” he says, all playfulness gone from his voice. “And if there’s something new you don’t like, you tell me and we won’t do it again.”
I nod, and he wraps my ponytail around his fist, lifting me up sharply.
By the shell of my ear, he whispers, “Are you going to do what I tell you to, love?”
I nod again.
“Are you going to show me how well you listen?”
“Yes, Dr. Adams.”
“You’re perfect, Mia. Now crawl up and hold on to the headboard.”
I do as he says, trying to slow my movements down as I sway my hips heavily each time my knees sink into the mattress.
I hear a low growl behind me and I speed up, just a little, eager to know what he has in store for me.
Once I’m gripping the headboard, he moves to the side of the bed, removing some of the pillows so there’s just one left. I feel him dip behind me, the weight of him pulling me down.
He slips a hand between my legs, unbuttoning the bodysuit. The crack of the poppers rings through the air as I brace myself for what happens next.
His fingers brush over my pussy in a light touch that makes my back arch and leaves me aching for him.
“Alfie—" I moan.
“Patience, love.”
He lies down right in the middle of the bed, his head propped up on the pillow to my left. He taps his lips with his fingers, and I lean down to kiss him.
He shakes his head. “Uh-uh.”
I frown, confused for a moment.
Oh.
Ohh.
I haven’t done this before.
“Now, Mia.”
“So impatient.”
“For you, always.”
I move my legs to either side of his head, hovering above him. I can do this. I’m not going to suffocate my boyfriend.Boyfriend.I mean, he is right? We’re spending all our free time together. Eating together, sleeping together. What was fake and orchestrated is now so much more than I ever thought it couldbe. I trust him to take care of me. He’s the first person I called when I got the confirmation that I’d passed my defense, even before my family. Of course he’s my boyfriend.
I lower my hips, and Alfie’s tongue takes a swipe at me. His groans hum against my pussy, and the feel of his tongue flattening against my clit sends shivers up my spine. I relax into the position, rocking slightly. His tongue flicks and swirls, bringing me to the edge as I grip the headboard. I feel his fingers playing at my folds until he dips one into me. I can hear how wet I am. I feel like I must be dripping down onto his chin, but I can’t seem to care right now. He tucks another finger inside me, crooking the tips until he rubs the soft, paddy flesh of my G-spot. With the added pressure on my internal walls, my pace picks up. I rock myself against his face. His tongue is relentlessly precise now. No more teasing, no more edging. He’s giving me what I want.What I need.My orgasm crests, exploding through me so easily it’s like he’s read a manual just on me. My blood thumps around my body so fast I can hear it in my ears whooshing.
As the rush of pleasure subsides, I lift myself off his face and down his waist so I’m straddling him. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pulling my face back down to him by the back of my neck.
“That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” he confesses against my lips. I dart my tongue out, tasting my orgasm on his lips.
