“You’ve seen every part of me. Why would I be embarrassed if my laundry’s on the floor?”
That’s my girl.
I release her and step back, taking her in. Her hair is still damp from the shower, soft waves spilling over her shoulders. Her face is flushed, and the robe she’s wrapped in is gaping open, revealing her cleavage and a single straight line of flesh from her neck down to the dark curls between her thighs. Only the terry cloth belt keeps her protected.
I trace her neck, past her cleavage, and drag my knuckle down her bare stomach. She shivers under my touch. With one quick motion, I tug the belt open. She gasps as my hand grips her hip and pulls her flush against me.
I whisper, “Show me your room.”
Kitten sighs, her expression shifting from anticipation to a blush. “Okay, but you can’t make fun of it. I had to share a bedroom with my sister, and when I lived with my boyfriend, he never let me decorate. So I’ve spent all my energy turning this into my dream bedroom.”
“I’m not here to judge your decorating choices.” I grab her chin. “You know exactly what I’m here for—and what I want.”
She blinks, closes her eyes, and slumps her shoulders, giving in. “Yes, Fox.” She leads me to the door and sighs. “I warned you.”
Pink. It’s aggressively feminine—pink sheets, pink painted walls and hanging black-and-white flower prints. A deep black bedframe. Stuffed animals sit on shelves all around her bed. Now, this is her.
“I’m going to do terrible things to you in this pink cotton candy room. You understand?”
She nods.
“Lose the robe and bend over the bed.”
She drops her last layer of protection and presses her chest against the comforter.
“Spread your legs.”
Her glorious ass. The soft curves of her hips. The dip of her lower back. Her hair cascades down, blocking her face. Vulnerable. Trusting.
I drop the duffel bag next to her. The darkness of the bag is a stark contrast to the bubble gum-pink bed. I pull out ropes, vibrators, and a blindfold, laying them by her head so she sees what’s coming.
“Take your hands and spread your ass.”
She hesitates.
“Kitten.”
Her fingers clamp on her cheeks, spreading them, exposing her pink pussy. God, I’m starting to love the color pink.
I reach into the bag, pull out the lube, and snap off the lid. She inhales deeply. I warm it between my fingers, one hand pressing on her back to keep her still. “You can tell me to stop if you’re not ready for this.” My gloved finger circles her puckered hole and she squirms. “Are you ok?”
“Yes,” she purrs.
I press down harder, holding her in place as I tease the nerves. She sighs and moans.
I breach the tight ring of muscle and push inside. She groans and tries to move her hips, but my other hand smacks her left cheek.
“Stay still. You know better.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck. My pants are getting tight. Tonight is going to be different. My right hand keeps pumping and stretching her hole while my other reaches for the bag. Once I feel like her insides have been prepared, I pour a little extra lube on the plug and slide it into her ass. She tenses and moans until the puckered skin closes around it.
Her pussy is already wet and I’ve barely touched her. I toss off my gloves, and my bare fingers brush across her opening.I’ve fucked her, but this is the first time I’m touching her skin, exposing myself to her warmth and heat.
“Fuck, Kitten. You love this slutty side of yourself, don’t you?”
She gasps as my fingers coat her own wetness around her clit. I watch her body twitch and react to my movement before stepping away, taking a moment to fully appreciate my view—the gem decorating her most forbidden place. I’m so hard I might come in my pants. I need her.
