My afternoon [mf]

“Angel,” He purred from the doorway. I swallowed hard and raised my eyes to meet his. “Someone’s been bad.”

“That’s – that’s debatable,” I stammered, feeling the flush rise in my cheeks, not sure if it was desire or shame at my earlier behavior. Did he know? I honestly wasn’t sure if he knew or if he was just teasing me.

He arched an eyebrow. “Is it now?” I nodded, biting my lip. His hand trailed down his stomach and I sighed internally, watching his long fingers trace the outline in his jeans. “I don’t think it’s debatable. I think it’s pretty evident that someone,” he drew the word out, eyes locked on mine, “has been touching herself in our bed without me.”

“How- how do you know that?”

He grinned, stepping closer and offering me a hand to draw me up to my feet. Once I was upright, he pulled me flush against him so I could feel how hard he was. His hands went to my hips and his thumbs pressed into the small of my back. “Angel. My sweet, precious, messy Angel.” He moved one hand to cup my chin so he could raise my lips to his. “How many times have I made you come?”

This wasn’t the question I expected. I faltered, my mind racing. “I don’t – I don’t know. A lot?” I could hear the tremor in my voice. I knew he could too.

“A lot,” he confirmed, kissing his way down my neck. “So don’t you think…” he paused to nip at my clavicle before suckling hard. “Don’t you think,” he continued now that he’d marked me, “I know what our room smells like after great sex? After you’ve clawed at my back and keened and come for me?” I nodded. “Right. I know what our room smells like after great sex. I know what you do to our sheets. I can walk into a room and know without looking that you’ve tormented and teased and treated yourself all afternoon. All I have to do to confirm is rip the blanket back for proof.”

He knew. He knew that I knew he knew too. Now he was just torturing me, waiting to see what I’d do. I closed my eyes, opting for cute and playful. “Caught me,” I chirped, nuzzling into his neck. “I was very, very bad, huh?”

“You were,” he agreed, squeezing my ass possessively before giving it a quick slap. I yelped and he grinned, squeezing again. “Just getting you warmed up for me, Angel,” he murmured in my ear. “You know what happens when you’re bad.”

“Uh huh,” I managed, rocking my hips forward against his, whimpering when I felt the hard heat of his erection pressing back against me. “I was very bad.”

“You were.” His voice was lower and his grip was tighter. “You were very bad. Was it worth it?” I pretended to think about this and he laughed, moving the hand from my face to my hair so he could tip my head back. With my neck exposed, he pressed hot, wet kisses to the skin, grinning when I shivered.

“It’s always worth it when I come with your name on my lips,” I told him. “And you know you’re the only one who can make me come. Not even toys alone…I have to be thinking about you.”

“Keep talking, Angel,” he told me, tugging at my hair again. “Tell me what you think about when you’re bad.”

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