Punishment? // for choosetodream
For: choosetodream
Title: Punishment?
Disclaimer: Twilight and all of its characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,780
Summary: All is not well with Edward and Bella, post-hunt. How can he apologize and prove to her that he means it?
Warnings: Besides the detailed sex, none. Takes place after Bella’s transition but not completely Breaking Dawn compliant.
Author’s Notes: I had an amazing experience writing this fic for choosetodream, so I hope you like it bb!! And a huge thank you to starrybella for beta-ing my fic. You’re awesome! Now enjoy the sexy!
The woods flew by me in vivid flashes of bright greens and yellows. The wind whipped through my hair and I savored the feel of it running through my tresses, like cool fingers on my scalp. There was the sweet scent of his breath close behind me, but I knew he wouldn’t catch me, and I was grateful for that. I didn’t need it right now, not after the stunt he just pulled. The ground beat away beneath my light feet, swiftly closing the remaining distance to the cottage.
“Bella,” his voice whispered against the wind. “Slow down love,” he pleaded. “Please.”
I didn’t turn my head but pushed harder, letting his scent slip far enough behind me that he couldn’t tempt me. Narrowing my eyes, I could see the cottage clearly through the next hundred yards. So close.
Edward took a great leap behind me and I felt his smooth fingers grip firmly around my elbow. He pulled hard and I suddenly whipped around to face him. I made no effort to mask the fury on my face and I could see pain reflected in his eyes. His face collapsed into sadness and I tried to stay strong; he always did this. He always melted me with those sad eyes, twisted me around his finger with that pained expression. Not this time.
“Bella,” he whispered again. “I’m sorry.”
I bit down on my lip, desperate to keep the forgiveness at bay. His hand was still clamped on my elbow but I made no move to escape. I glared at him, certain that my looks were convincing enough that my anger would not falter.
His tongue slid across his lips, wetting them and wearing at my defense at the same time. “Please Bella,” he whispered again. “I know you’re angry with me…”
“Of course I’m angry at you!” I said harshly, a tone far more bitter than I had ever spoken to him. “You still don’t trust me.” It was an accusation as well as a statement of fact. Edward’s eyes dropped to the mossy ground but he didn’t relax his grip on my arm. “Do you?” I persisted.
His stare returned to mine, burning into me and chipping further into my defensives. “I’ve always worried about you Bella. It’s not that I don’t trust you, not at all.” He tried to match his angry tone to mine but it was useless. No matter what I did, Edward could not feign true anger with me.
I shrugged out of his grip and he hesitantly let his hand fall back to his side. “How do you think that makes me feel?” I asked. I could feel the troubled tone sneaking through my anger and I had to bite my lip again. Had my heart still been beating and blood still flowing through me, I was sure I would have had tears streaming down my face and a blush tinting my cheeks. “I’m not a newborn Edward,” I accused. “I can hunt when I want… when I need to. I don’t need to wait for a chaperone.”
Edward’s shoulders relaxed slightly and I saw the pain in his eyes ease. “Bella, I know that. That doesn’t make it any easier for me to not worry about you when you’re alone.” He actually smiled and laughed at me then. “Is that really all you’re mad about?”
A growl rose in my chest and I spun away from him, stalking the last couple of yards to the cottage. He didn’t think it was that big of a deal, did he? Treating me like I wasn’t capable, like I wasn’t as strong or as powerful as he was? The frustration was rising heatedly in me and I knew I wouldn’t back down from this one.
“Bella, come on,” Edward sighed, following close behind me. “I know you want me to say I’m sorry but…”
“Then don’t say anything!” I hissed. “If you can’t be sorry for continually hurting my feelings then… save it.”
I threw open the front door and walked through the house, peeling off my clothes as I went. The grimy scent of my prey lingered on my skin and I was desperate to wash it off, to return to the porcelain perfection I had grown used to. By the time I reached the bedroom I was nearly naked, nothing but my underwear and bra left.
I turned to give Edward a final piece of my mind before getting in the shower but I stuttered on my words. He was standing in the doorway, not daring to breathe, tracking my every movement. I could see the strain in his body, his muscles tight beneath his thin sweater and his hands clenched into fists at his side. I could hear his teeth grinding in his clenched jaw, the veins almost popping out on his neck and his forearms. His eyes were dark and intense, the way I’d seen them get when he hunted.
He was tracking me, waiting patiently. Waiting to pounce.
While I was no longer a newborn, my speed and agility more than matched Edward’s. Without the slightest flicker of my eyes, I launched myself across the small space between us, my hands outstretched to throw against his shoulders. There was a loud collision as our bodies connected fiercely, mine pushing against his upper body, pushing backwards. Edward seemed willing to submit, making no action to evade my attack; his arms snaked around my middle, pulling my body tight and close against his as we rolled together.
I let myself blink, less than half a second, and when I opened my eyes, I was pinned to the ground. Edward’s body pressed into mine, his knee came between my legs and spread them apart roughly. The heat building inside me from our fight continued to rise, but not from anger… now it was for desire. A growl rose in my chest as he leaned his face closer to mine. I shot at him, snapping my teeth dangerously close to his face. As bad as I wanted him, I couldn’t let him forget I was still angry.
A crooked smile spread across his perfect face. “I’m sorry Bella,” he whispered, one of his hands leaving my waist and reaching up to my neck, holding my head in place. “I know you want to fight… but I can’t resist you when you look so…”
“Pissed?” I asked, my voice husky in my throat.
Edward laughed, his lips skimming along my jaw. I inhaled sharply and felt my hips roll against his involuntarily. I wanted to be mad at him, to be angry for treating me like I wasn’t able to be trusted.
“What do you want from me Bella?” he whispered, pulling his lips away from my jaw and looking down at me with his dark gaze.
I moaned, frustrated at my inability to suppress my desire and the absence of his lips on my skin. “You know what I want,” I growled at him, glaring to emphasize my point. Apologize, dammit! Just say you’re sorry so we can get on with this session!
Edward’s tongue ran along his bottom lip, teasing me. I bucked my hips up towards his again, desperation beginning to coil inside of me. “Hmmm…” he murmured. “I already know what you want?” His fingers, still strong against my throat and my hip, began to stroke in pressured circles. I bit my lip but I couldn’t suppress the moan that slipped through my lips. He grinned wider.
I took my legs and spread them far apart before wrapping them around Edward’s waist, pulling him in as close as possible to my body. I could feel his arousal pressing sharply into my thigh and I rolled my hips towards him again. This time he moaned, his dark eyes flickering with desire. “Yes,” I hissed. “So say it.”
He grinned down at me, lowering his face so it was centimeters from mine. I could smell the sweetness of his breath flowing over my face, snaking through my senses and intoxicating me. I inhaled deeply; if it were possible to drown in his scent, I would have done so happily. “Bella,” he said quite seriously, snapping me from my intoxicated haze. “You’re right. I should trust you more than I do…” He swallowed hard and brushed his lips against mine softly. “I’m sorry.”
Barely more than a whisper but it was all I needed. With all my strength, I rolled the two of us to the side until I straddled his hips. His hands went back to my waist, holding me tightly to him. I brought one of my hands down to stroke the side of his face. “That wasn’t that hard, was it?” I asked him. He shook his head gently against my palm. “Now… how are you going to show me you’re sorry?”
Edward’s eyes widened at the lust that tainted my tone. I brought my lips down to his face, placing delicate kisses along his cheek, his jaw, and down to his neck. “Hmmm?” I mumbled against his neck.
“Show you?” Edward managed to choke out, his voice breaking awkwardly.
I nodded against his chest. My hands were now tugging at the bottoms of his sweater, inching it up bit by bit. How much more encouragement did this boy need? Impatient, I yanked his sweater up his chest; he moved his arms compliantly and the sweater slid off his body in one deft motion. My lips returned to their praise-trail, savoring every bit of hard-muscled skin across Edward’s chest.
Edward’s hands moved from my waist and up my back. With a snap of his fingers, my bra was undone and pulled off, then sent sailing across the room. One of his hands came under my chin, pulling my lips off of his skin and forcing me to look into his eyes. “If you want me to show you,” he mumbled, “I’ll show you.”
I went nearly limp in his arms as he rolled us a final time. Once more, his body pressed hard into mine, his knee spreading my legs. “How?” I groaned as I felt Edward’s hands run up and down my sides.
He grinned wickedly and lowered his head to my chest. “Maybe like this,” he murmured. His mouth lowered to my breast. I arched into his mouth as his tongue swirled around the tip. The faster his tongue swirled and the more intense he sucked, the more aroused I became. No amount of lip biting could suppress the moans that were building in my throat. Edward moved to the next tip, giving it the same sort of attention he paid the first. There was no stopping the involuntary rolls of my hips, pressing hard and fast against the hardness I felt greeting me in Edward’s pants.
“Edward,” I moaned. He pulled his head away from my chest, grinning up at me. I wanted to speak but I couldn’t form my request quite coherently.
“Is there something else?” he purred. His hands moved to his pants as he spoke, quickly undoing the buckle and sliding them down to his feet. The pants joined my bra somewhere across the room. My mouth gaped open and I couldn’t help but stare; many of my nights as a vampire had been spent simply staring at Edward’s perfection. The well-muscled flawlessness of his body was tempting enough, but even more so was the length between his legs. Every time I saw it, which was everyday, multiple times a day, I became speechless and breathless. I mean, really, after two years, you’d think I would have grown used to it, right?
His body slid back over mine and his lips returned to my neck. “Or maybe this is the apology you were going for?” he murmured. The vibration of his voice against my throat was like an electric current running through me.
My hands grasped at his hair and pulled his lips down against mine. He was coy with his tongue, sliding it slowly in my mouth against mine and then sneaking it back. I whined into his mouth at this teasing and he laughed into mine.
“Edward,” I repeated his name again, growling this time. “Are you going to apologize or not?”
Edward pulled away for a moment, a smile spread across his face. I felt his hands down on my waist, pulling my hips up to meet his. He quickly jerked up on my hips and I felt him start to slide into me. I tried to angle myself upwards, tried to get him all the way inside of me, but his hands held tightly to my waist. I stared at him, frustration and confusion on my face.
He went quite serious then, the smile wiping away almost completely. Edward leaned his face down close to mine, his lips barely an inch from my own. “I am sorry Bella,” he whispered. “Please know that. I won’t underestimate you again. I promise.” His oaths were low and sincere, touching the special spot I held for him in my still heart.
“I know,” I whispered back. I ran my hands up his strong arms and linked them behind his shoulders. “I love you.”
Edward’s eyes crinkled slightly and he pressed his lips lovingly against mine. “I love you too,” he whispered. And he slid himself all the way into me, pressing as deep as he could possibly go.
I gasped at the delicious pressure and fullness Edward gave me. As he slid in and out of my body, I held onto his shoulders for dear life. His hands knotted in my hair and pulled harder with every thrust. I felt his lips on my shoulder and then the sweetest pain of his teeth nipping at the skin there. I moaned as I rolled my hips forward to meet his thrusts. Every inch of our bodies melted together like one, moving in harmonious sync, like we were made for each other.
Every night was endless with pleasure now that neither of us needed sleep. But there was something different about this night. On the floor, halfway to the bed, with Edward buried deep inside of me… this night was different. It wasn’t the first night we hadn’t been able to make it to the bed, but it was the first night I let my anger dissolve and fade away enough to feel in control.
I tried to focus on the pressure of his body into mine, the feeling of him reaching deep into the folds of my deepest pleasure. I bit my lip again and let out a sigh, knowing fully what I was about to do. I had the control and I let it go, letting my shield slip away the closer I came to the edge.
I heard Edward gasp and I knew it was working; he could see and feel and taste the pleasure and love that he was giving me, while he gave it. He thrust harder and quickly into me and I grinned, welcoming him as deep in me as he would go.
“Bella,” he groaned. “I love you, I love you, I love you….” The words fell from his lips in a rushed whisper, repeating and twisting them over and over again. I groaned against him and felt myself coming undone. He was lost in me, in my body and my mind, and it didn’t take long for him to reach his peak with me.
He fell against me when it was through, breathing shakily. My hands roamed over his back in soothing strokes. I couldn’t imagine the intense pleasure I had just subjected him too and I grinned at the thought. He deserved it.
His lips pressed under my jaw and I looked down at him, practically cradled against my body. “That…” he mumbled, still trying to form coherent thoughts. I wanted to laugh; normally it was I who had trouble speaking afterwards. “That was the most delicious payback I could ever deserve.”
I grinned at him and wrapped my arms around him tighter.
“In fact, maybe it was too good,” he whispered. There was an underlying tone there that threatened repeated action for more of this “punishment”.
I swat at his arm and then pressed my lips against his bronze hair. “You promised me,” I reminded him. He nodded against my chest. “And maybe… if you behave… you won’t have to work so hard for it next time.”
His lips mumbled in contentment against me. “Oh I love to hear you say next time.”
And we lay there on the floor, wrapped up in each other, not a damn thing distracting us for hours.
Title: Punishment?
Disclaimer: Twilight and all of its characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,780
Summary: All is not well with Edward and Bella, post-hunt. How can he apologize and prove to her that he means it?
Warnings: Besides the detailed sex, none. Takes place after Bella’s transition but not completely Breaking Dawn compliant.
Author’s Notes: I had an amazing experience writing this fic for choosetodream, so I hope you like it bb!! And a huge thank you to starrybella for beta-ing my fic. You’re awesome! Now enjoy the sexy!
The woods flew by me in vivid flashes of bright greens and yellows. The wind whipped through my hair and I savored the feel of it running through my tresses, like cool fingers on my scalp. There was the sweet scent of his breath close behind me, but I knew he wouldn’t catch me, and I was grateful for that. I didn’t need it right now, not after the stunt he just pulled. The ground beat away beneath my light feet, swiftly closing the remaining distance to the cottage.
“Bella,” his voice whispered against the wind. “Slow down love,” he pleaded. “Please.”
I didn’t turn my head but pushed harder, letting his scent slip far enough behind me that he couldn’t tempt me. Narrowing my eyes, I could see the cottage clearly through the next hundred yards. So close.
Edward took a great leap behind me and I felt his smooth fingers grip firmly around my elbow. He pulled hard and I suddenly whipped around to face him. I made no effort to mask the fury on my face and I could see pain reflected in his eyes. His face collapsed into sadness and I tried to stay strong; he always did this. He always melted me with those sad eyes, twisted me around his finger with that pained expression. Not this time.
“Bella,” he whispered again. “I’m sorry.”
I bit down on my lip, desperate to keep the forgiveness at bay. His hand was still clamped on my elbow but I made no move to escape. I glared at him, certain that my looks were convincing enough that my anger would not falter.
His tongue slid across his lips, wetting them and wearing at my defense at the same time. “Please Bella,” he whispered again. “I know you’re angry with me…”
“Of course I’m angry at you!” I said harshly, a tone far more bitter than I had ever spoken to him. “You still don’t trust me.” It was an accusation as well as a statement of fact. Edward’s eyes dropped to the mossy ground but he didn’t relax his grip on my arm. “Do you?” I persisted.
His stare returned to mine, burning into me and chipping further into my defensives. “I’ve always worried about you Bella. It’s not that I don’t trust you, not at all.” He tried to match his angry tone to mine but it was useless. No matter what I did, Edward could not feign true anger with me.
I shrugged out of his grip and he hesitantly let his hand fall back to his side. “How do you think that makes me feel?” I asked. I could feel the troubled tone sneaking through my anger and I had to bite my lip again. Had my heart still been beating and blood still flowing through me, I was sure I would have had tears streaming down my face and a blush tinting my cheeks. “I’m not a newborn Edward,” I accused. “I can hunt when I want… when I need to. I don’t need to wait for a chaperone.”
Edward’s shoulders relaxed slightly and I saw the pain in his eyes ease. “Bella, I know that. That doesn’t make it any easier for me to not worry about you when you’re alone.” He actually smiled and laughed at me then. “Is that really all you’re mad about?”
A growl rose in my chest and I spun away from him, stalking the last couple of yards to the cottage. He didn’t think it was that big of a deal, did he? Treating me like I wasn’t capable, like I wasn’t as strong or as powerful as he was? The frustration was rising heatedly in me and I knew I wouldn’t back down from this one.
“Bella, come on,” Edward sighed, following close behind me. “I know you want me to say I’m sorry but…”
“Then don’t say anything!” I hissed. “If you can’t be sorry for continually hurting my feelings then… save it.”
I threw open the front door and walked through the house, peeling off my clothes as I went. The grimy scent of my prey lingered on my skin and I was desperate to wash it off, to return to the porcelain perfection I had grown used to. By the time I reached the bedroom I was nearly naked, nothing but my underwear and bra left.
I turned to give Edward a final piece of my mind before getting in the shower but I stuttered on my words. He was standing in the doorway, not daring to breathe, tracking my every movement. I could see the strain in his body, his muscles tight beneath his thin sweater and his hands clenched into fists at his side. I could hear his teeth grinding in his clenched jaw, the veins almost popping out on his neck and his forearms. His eyes were dark and intense, the way I’d seen them get when he hunted.
He was tracking me, waiting patiently. Waiting to pounce.
While I was no longer a newborn, my speed and agility more than matched Edward’s. Without the slightest flicker of my eyes, I launched myself across the small space between us, my hands outstretched to throw against his shoulders. There was a loud collision as our bodies connected fiercely, mine pushing against his upper body, pushing backwards. Edward seemed willing to submit, making no action to evade my attack; his arms snaked around my middle, pulling my body tight and close against his as we rolled together.
I let myself blink, less than half a second, and when I opened my eyes, I was pinned to the ground. Edward’s body pressed into mine, his knee came between my legs and spread them apart roughly. The heat building inside me from our fight continued to rise, but not from anger… now it was for desire. A growl rose in my chest as he leaned his face closer to mine. I shot at him, snapping my teeth dangerously close to his face. As bad as I wanted him, I couldn’t let him forget I was still angry.
A crooked smile spread across his perfect face. “I’m sorry Bella,” he whispered, one of his hands leaving my waist and reaching up to my neck, holding my head in place. “I know you want to fight… but I can’t resist you when you look so…”
“Pissed?” I asked, my voice husky in my throat.
Edward laughed, his lips skimming along my jaw. I inhaled sharply and felt my hips roll against his involuntarily. I wanted to be mad at him, to be angry for treating me like I wasn’t able to be trusted.
“What do you want from me Bella?” he whispered, pulling his lips away from my jaw and looking down at me with his dark gaze.
I moaned, frustrated at my inability to suppress my desire and the absence of his lips on my skin. “You know what I want,” I growled at him, glaring to emphasize my point. Apologize, dammit! Just say you’re sorry so we can get on with this session!
Edward’s tongue ran along his bottom lip, teasing me. I bucked my hips up towards his again, desperation beginning to coil inside of me. “Hmmm…” he murmured. “I already know what you want?” His fingers, still strong against my throat and my hip, began to stroke in pressured circles. I bit my lip but I couldn’t suppress the moan that slipped through my lips. He grinned wider.
I took my legs and spread them far apart before wrapping them around Edward’s waist, pulling him in as close as possible to my body. I could feel his arousal pressing sharply into my thigh and I rolled my hips towards him again. This time he moaned, his dark eyes flickering with desire. “Yes,” I hissed. “So say it.”
He grinned down at me, lowering his face so it was centimeters from mine. I could smell the sweetness of his breath flowing over my face, snaking through my senses and intoxicating me. I inhaled deeply; if it were possible to drown in his scent, I would have done so happily. “Bella,” he said quite seriously, snapping me from my intoxicated haze. “You’re right. I should trust you more than I do…” He swallowed hard and brushed his lips against mine softly. “I’m sorry.”
Barely more than a whisper but it was all I needed. With all my strength, I rolled the two of us to the side until I straddled his hips. His hands went back to my waist, holding me tightly to him. I brought one of my hands down to stroke the side of his face. “That wasn’t that hard, was it?” I asked him. He shook his head gently against my palm. “Now… how are you going to show me you’re sorry?”
Edward’s eyes widened at the lust that tainted my tone. I brought my lips down to his face, placing delicate kisses along his cheek, his jaw, and down to his neck. “Hmmm?” I mumbled against his neck.
“Show you?” Edward managed to choke out, his voice breaking awkwardly.
I nodded against his chest. My hands were now tugging at the bottoms of his sweater, inching it up bit by bit. How much more encouragement did this boy need? Impatient, I yanked his sweater up his chest; he moved his arms compliantly and the sweater slid off his body in one deft motion. My lips returned to their praise-trail, savoring every bit of hard-muscled skin across Edward’s chest.
Edward’s hands moved from my waist and up my back. With a snap of his fingers, my bra was undone and pulled off, then sent sailing across the room. One of his hands came under my chin, pulling my lips off of his skin and forcing me to look into his eyes. “If you want me to show you,” he mumbled, “I’ll show you.”
I went nearly limp in his arms as he rolled us a final time. Once more, his body pressed hard into mine, his knee spreading my legs. “How?” I groaned as I felt Edward’s hands run up and down my sides.
He grinned wickedly and lowered his head to my chest. “Maybe like this,” he murmured. His mouth lowered to my breast. I arched into his mouth as his tongue swirled around the tip. The faster his tongue swirled and the more intense he sucked, the more aroused I became. No amount of lip biting could suppress the moans that were building in my throat. Edward moved to the next tip, giving it the same sort of attention he paid the first. There was no stopping the involuntary rolls of my hips, pressing hard and fast against the hardness I felt greeting me in Edward’s pants.
“Edward,” I moaned. He pulled his head away from my chest, grinning up at me. I wanted to speak but I couldn’t form my request quite coherently.
“Is there something else?” he purred. His hands moved to his pants as he spoke, quickly undoing the buckle and sliding them down to his feet. The pants joined my bra somewhere across the room. My mouth gaped open and I couldn’t help but stare; many of my nights as a vampire had been spent simply staring at Edward’s perfection. The well-muscled flawlessness of his body was tempting enough, but even more so was the length between his legs. Every time I saw it, which was everyday, multiple times a day, I became speechless and breathless. I mean, really, after two years, you’d think I would have grown used to it, right?
His body slid back over mine and his lips returned to my neck. “Or maybe this is the apology you were going for?” he murmured. The vibration of his voice against my throat was like an electric current running through me.
My hands grasped at his hair and pulled his lips down against mine. He was coy with his tongue, sliding it slowly in my mouth against mine and then sneaking it back. I whined into his mouth at this teasing and he laughed into mine.
“Edward,” I repeated his name again, growling this time. “Are you going to apologize or not?”
Edward pulled away for a moment, a smile spread across his face. I felt his hands down on my waist, pulling my hips up to meet his. He quickly jerked up on my hips and I felt him start to slide into me. I tried to angle myself upwards, tried to get him all the way inside of me, but his hands held tightly to my waist. I stared at him, frustration and confusion on my face.
He went quite serious then, the smile wiping away almost completely. Edward leaned his face down close to mine, his lips barely an inch from my own. “I am sorry Bella,” he whispered. “Please know that. I won’t underestimate you again. I promise.” His oaths were low and sincere, touching the special spot I held for him in my still heart.
“I know,” I whispered back. I ran my hands up his strong arms and linked them behind his shoulders. “I love you.”
Edward’s eyes crinkled slightly and he pressed his lips lovingly against mine. “I love you too,” he whispered. And he slid himself all the way into me, pressing as deep as he could possibly go.
I gasped at the delicious pressure and fullness Edward gave me. As he slid in and out of my body, I held onto his shoulders for dear life. His hands knotted in my hair and pulled harder with every thrust. I felt his lips on my shoulder and then the sweetest pain of his teeth nipping at the skin there. I moaned as I rolled my hips forward to meet his thrusts. Every inch of our bodies melted together like one, moving in harmonious sync, like we were made for each other.
Every night was endless with pleasure now that neither of us needed sleep. But there was something different about this night. On the floor, halfway to the bed, with Edward buried deep inside of me… this night was different. It wasn’t the first night we hadn’t been able to make it to the bed, but it was the first night I let my anger dissolve and fade away enough to feel in control.
I tried to focus on the pressure of his body into mine, the feeling of him reaching deep into the folds of my deepest pleasure. I bit my lip again and let out a sigh, knowing fully what I was about to do. I had the control and I let it go, letting my shield slip away the closer I came to the edge.
I heard Edward gasp and I knew it was working; he could see and feel and taste the pleasure and love that he was giving me, while he gave it. He thrust harder and quickly into me and I grinned, welcoming him as deep in me as he would go.
“Bella,” he groaned. “I love you, I love you, I love you….” The words fell from his lips in a rushed whisper, repeating and twisting them over and over again. I groaned against him and felt myself coming undone. He was lost in me, in my body and my mind, and it didn’t take long for him to reach his peak with me.
He fell against me when it was through, breathing shakily. My hands roamed over his back in soothing strokes. I couldn’t imagine the intense pleasure I had just subjected him too and I grinned at the thought. He deserved it.
His lips pressed under my jaw and I looked down at him, practically cradled against my body. “That…” he mumbled, still trying to form coherent thoughts. I wanted to laugh; normally it was I who had trouble speaking afterwards. “That was the most delicious payback I could ever deserve.”
I grinned at him and wrapped my arms around him tighter.
“In fact, maybe it was too good,” he whispered. There was an underlying tone there that threatened repeated action for more of this “punishment”.
I swat at his arm and then pressed my lips against his bronze hair. “You promised me,” I reminded him. He nodded against my chest. “And maybe… if you behave… you won’t have to work so hard for it next time.”
His lips mumbled in contentment against me. “Oh I love to hear you say next time.”
And we lay there on the floor, wrapped up in each other, not a damn thing distracting us for hours.