I Like Being Watched

"Would you still be doing all your usual daily tasks around the house?"

"Of course."

"Then no. I don't see why one thing has anything to do with the other."

"But..."

"Are you looking for a way out?" I asked. "If you don't want this, that's fine. We move forward like it didn't happen. You just need to say that."

"I'm not saying that," she said. And thank God for that, because I was pretty much just blowing smoke. I wasn't sure it would be possible to move forward like something had never happened between us.

"Good. So, you're just scared," I said, watching as her head shot up, chin lifting defiantly, but I saw the flash of truth in her eyes. "It's okay to be scared. It's new and different. But I feel like it's important to remember that it is new and different for me too. So we can just go ahead and be unsure about shit together. Sound good?"

"I mean, it doesn't sound good," she said, rolling her eyes, and getting a choked laugh out of me. "But I think I can be okay with that."

"So," I said, giving her ass another little squeeze. "Now that we have that settled, tell me about these cookies."

"Typical man," she teased, shaking her head. "Thinks with his cock and then his stomach."

"Well, if we want another round or two later, I'm going to need some sustenance."

"What? You're not worried about your waistline?" she teased. "I didn't make you any bland, flavorless cookies to go with the rest of your diet."

"Hey, we've been ordering in," I reminded her, giving her ass a swat.

"True. I'll corrupt you yet," she declared, pulling out of my arms, and moving away from me, giving me a full view of her bare ass as she did so.

"I think you've corrupted me plenty already," I mumbled half to myself, but judging by the way she shot me a sly smirk over her shoulder let me know that she'd absolutely heard me.

So then I ate cookies while Wynn walked around the kitchen bare-ass naked, cleaning up her mess.

Her dress wasn't ruined, of course. She could have slipped it back on at any point. But this was Wynn we were talking about. She liked knowing I was watching. So I didn't even try to conceal the way my eyes watched every movement she made, memorized every curve and freckle of her body as she put away the baking supplies, turned off the oven, and cleaned up the flour we'd managed to get just about everywhere.

I'd eaten about ten cookies by the time she finished.

"What are you doing?" she gasped when I moved up behind her as she was putting bowls back into a high cabinet, going up on her very tiptoes to reach.

I lowered myself down to my knees as I pressed her legs further apart.

"I'm still hungry."

Sixteen

Wynn

If at any point I'd been worried that Fitz and my chemistry might fizzle out once we'd had sex a few times, it all disappeared as I moved around his kitchen wearing nothing but my shoes, putting away supplies as Fitz stood there watching me.

I always figured the thrill was in them never knowing that I knew I was being watched.

But, as it turned out, even just having the one man I wanted above all others eye-fucking me from across the room was enough to have me achy and needy even after he'd already given me an intense orgasm.

Then, oh, then, when he'd stormed across the room, dropped down behind me, told me he was hungry, then ate me better and longer than anyone before in my entire life, sending me through three solid orgasms until my legs refused to hold me anymore? Yeah, I was pretty sure things would never get dull between us then.

When I'd finally managed to shake some life back into my legs, I'd taken his hand and led him out into the rest of the house.

I won't lie, I got an immense amount of pleasure from watching him take in all the work I'd done to transform the house.

"Wow, honey," he said, spinning me back to face him. "Just... wow," he added, pulling me close, and sealing his lips to mine.

It was a slow, lingering kiss.

Even so, though, I could feel the stirrings of something less sweet inside me. And I could feel the way Fitz's cock was pressing against me again by the time he'd kissed my lips swollen and tender.

Reaching down, I grabbed his cock through his pants, stroking him as his gaze got hotter and hotter.

"Wynn..." he growled as I worked his cock free, then started to undo the buttons of his shirt, wanting to finally get more of him.

"Hmm?" I asked, my fingers dancing up the bare skin of his stomach and chest before snagging his shirt and jacket, and sliding them off his shoulders.