“I get to go home? I don’t have to stay here in lockdown?”
He pressed his weight down on her again with a grin. “I think I can keep you pinned to the bed for most of the night. Although—we could bring the handcuffs along if you think I’m gonna need ‘em.”
“You’re so bad.”
“I think you like bad boys.”
“Lucky for you, I do.”
He slid out and pulled her up, turning her to face him and taking her in his arms. They stared at each other a long moment, and then they both started smiling.
“We’re really doing this?” she asked.
“We’re really doing this.”
***
Jessie reached down and threaded her fingers through Ghost’s hair, her head pressing back into the pillow as his mouth brought her to orgasm again. She moaned and went limp as he climbed up her body. Good to his word, he was definitely making it up to her.
He stared down at her. “I love to watch you come, baby. The way your breathing changes,” he paused, his eyes skating down her body. “The way you get all flushed. The way you melt like a big ol’ pile of mush.”
She lie panting, and tried to laugh, but she didn’t have the energy. A devilish look took over his face.
“Ghost, no.”
She could barely move, but it seemed he wasn’t done with her yet. His mouth latched onto her nipple as hi
s fingers slid between her legs, thrusting inside to stroke her deep and long until her hips were lifting off the bed.
“Ghost, I can’t, not again,” she pleaded, breathlessly.
He lifted his head to stare down into her eyes, his determined. “Yes, you can.”
She thrashed her head from side to side, moaning, “No.”
“Yes,” he insisted, increasing the pace of his strokes, his thumb taking up a relentless rhythm over her clit. He brought his mouth down, just bare millimeters from her lips, giving her just enough room to breath, and he whispered, “Again, Jess. Give it to me again.
She bucked beneath him, and he leaned further over, one leg pinning hers to the bed as he kept at her, and at her, and at her, until she crashed over the edge, giving him what he’d asked for.
When her eyes finally opened, he grinned down at her.
“My beautiful baby. Maybe she can obey me once in a while.”
She huffed out a tired laugh and slugged him in the arm.
“Ooow, she wants to play rough, does she?”
Before she knew what he was about, he rolled, going to his back on the bed and pulling her on top of him, his palm coming down with a crack on her ass cheek.
“Ghost!” she shrieked, trying to get away. They wrestled, him pinning her arms behind her, tickling her until she gasped, “I give, I give!”
He quit, and she collapsed panting on top of him. His palms slid to her face, bringing her mouth down to his, and he kissed her long and sweet.
She pulled back to look at him, and then it was her turn to grin as she began to slid down his body, keeping her eyes locked on his. It didn’t take him two seconds to realize where this was going, and he grinned big, one hand sliding to her head, his fingers threading through her hair as he guided her down.
“Mmm, now there’s a pretty sight. You between my legs, your hair spread all over me as your mouth takes me deep.” He grinned. “If I could only reach my phone, I’d take a picture.”
Her mouth popped free. “You’d better not.”