“Your towel seems to have fallen off, Princess.”
“No, your towel seems to be stuck on, Myth Maker.”
“You want me to lose it?”
“I do.”
“Done.” I tugged, letting it pool around my feet.
She let out a whimper as her eyes tracked my body. “You’re beautiful.”
“Aren’t I meant to be telling you that?”
Fern didn't reply, taking my hand, leading me to the living room, and pointing to the sofa. “Sit,” she whispered.
I moved, and she stood between my spread thighs, running her fingers through my hair, making me groan from her touch. “You’ve taught me so much. That sex is amazing, that there are so many ways to come, that it isn’t about power, but pleasure. The stuff I was taught growing up—that sex was for the man, that we weren’t meant to enjoy it, but be grateful that men wanted us, that once we were married with kids, we didn’t need to have it anymore, and we should expect them to look elsewhere… you’ve shown me it’s all crap. I feel like I can tell you about the fantasies I have in my head.”
“You can tell me anything, Princess.”
“Can Idoanything to you? We both come from such fucked up backgrounds that I’m worried we’re letting it affect how we are with each other. Just so you know, I want you to mark my skinwith your mouth, fuck me from behind, call me names if you want to. I want all of that because I trust you. Because you’re not him.”
I placed my hands on her hips, desperate to bury my face in her pussy and taste how turned on she was.
“But I’m worried that I might do something that pushes you too far.”
“It’s in the past. I want whatever you are offering me, Princess. What did you have in mind?”
“I want to touch you like you touched me the other day. I want to explore your body and learn what you like.”
“Do it,” I husked.
Easing me back against the cushions of the sofa, she straddled my thighs, positioning herself over my already throbbing shaft.
“God,” I mumbled.
“No, just Princess,” she giggled, running her fingers through my hair before tugging slightly and tilting my head to the side. My hands tightened around her waist while her mouth pressed to my neck, kissing and nipping me until I was panting.
“You like your neck being kissed?” she mumbled.
“I do, but I like your fingers in my hair more.”
“Good to know.” Her hands and mouth moved to my chest, tracing my tattoos, making my skin tingle. Unable to keep still, I rocked her hips so my cock rubbed against her wet heat.
“Hey.” Her head popped up. “Hands off.”
I pouted, making her laugh. God, I loved that sound so much.
“It’s hard.”
She looked down at my cock and licked her lips. “I know and it’s very impressive, but I thought you were letting me explore you.” Her eyes widened. “Are you going to behave and be able to keep your hands off me?”
I shook my head, rocking under her just to prove a point.
“Close your eyes, Charlie.”
“Princess,” I growled.
“Trust me?”