"Can I come inside?"
"Quietly," I whisper.
She nods.
I grab her hand and lead her in. We slip past the TV playing low. Dad needs the white noise to sleep. Thank God.
I open my bedroom door, let her in first, then close and lock it carefully behind us.
I turn around. She's staring, challenging me.
"So you've been enjoying this, huh?"
"Yeah." I hook a finger in her belt loop and pull her close. "Can you blame me?"
"No." She glances at my hand. "But I'm done with this."
She pushes my hand away.
"What do you mean?" My defenses rise. I don't want commitment, but I can't lose her either. Not yet.
"You're done having the power here, Raul."
I stare blankly, willing her to keep talking. I don't want this to end.
My mouth opens, then closes. No words come.
"It's my turn." She steps closer, fingers dragging up my chest to my shoulder. "If you want this, we do it on my terms. Got it?"
My cock jerks before my brain catches up.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good boy. I saw you looking at my thighs out there."
"Yes," I say confidently.
"I saw the bulge. What were you thinking?" She raises an eyebrow, taunting.
"Really?" I scrunch my face.
"Tell me. Now. Or I'm leaving."
"Fuck. Okay." I run my fingers through my dark hair. "I was thinking about how badly I wanted to lick every inch of you."
"Really?" Disbelief. "That's a line." Eye roll.
"Liv." I cup her chin, make her look at me. "I promise. I think about your taste every day. I crave it."
She pushes my hand away.
Silence hangs between us, eyes locked, assessing.
She takes a step closer.
"Prove it," she whispers. Her hand presses my shoulder.
I follow her guidance and drop to my knees. My eyes lock on hers, eye contact never breaking.
