yes or a no.”
“Fair enough,” I say.
“What are you worried about?” he asks.
“You changing your mind.” The words are out before I can stop them.
“That’s never going to happen. If you knew …” He shakes his head.
“What?”
“You still have your secrets and I have mine. Maybe this month we should decide if we’re willing to share them. It’s all or nothing with an old lady. We both know you’re not the type for nothing.”
Thirty days and I’d have to make up my mind.
“Deal,” I say.
He studies me through the narrow slits of his eyes. He has an uncanny ability to see through me. It makes me uncomfortable. I’m accustomed to hiding behind a mask of indifference. I’m many things with Arsen, but unaffected will never be one of them.
“Fuck breakfast.”
“What?” I blink owlishly.
He sinks to his knees beside me and spreads my leg. I grip his shoulders to keep from falling. “This is the only thing I want to eat right now.” His hot breath on my skin makes me shudder. I’m wet and tongue tied as he pushes aside my panties and licks my slit. “So fucking sweet and wet for me.” He flicks my clit and I bury my fingers in his hair. “That’s right, girl, hold on.” I can’t think. His tongue is talented, and the hungry noises have me weak in the knees. I lean back against the stove for support as he owns my pussy. He pauses and I whimper. “Whose pussy is this, Karma?”
“Yours,” I rasp.
He flicks my swollen bundle of nerves.
My thighs jerk. I gasp. “Arsen.”
“Say it louder.” His gravelly growl has me ready to complete any task he hands over.
“Yours, Slayer. It’s all yours.”
“Damn straight it is.” He thrust two fingers inside of me and sucks on my clit. I tilt my head back and scream as my orgasm crashes over me. No man has been able to bring me this much pleasure. He’s an observant bastard. He studied me like a subject over the past month, and now all his research is paying off. He knows my body as well as I do. Still spinning, I scream when he crooks his fingers and hits that spot that makes me see stars. My body quakes, and I release a fresh gush of liquid that he laps up greedily. I never knew I could squirt until this man. He undoes me so thoroughly, I know even if I walk, I’ll never be complete again without him. The realization and his clever finger work send me sailing over the edge fast on the heels of my last release. The world recedes and I hang on to him for dear life.
“I got you, girl,” his raspy voice murmurs. I feel my body lifted into strong arms. Can you have an orgasm hangover?
He laughs. I can hear the smugness. I’d roll my eyes if I had the energy. I pry my heavy lids open and find us moving into the bathroom. He places me on the toilet seat and moves to start the shower.
“I got you dirty, so it’s only fair I clean you off.”
His aftercare is another nail in the coffin that houses my resistance. I never expected this from him.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask.
He glances at me and raises an eyebrow. “Doing what?”
“Being sweet.”
He laughs. “That what you think this is? I’m taking care of you. There’s more than blowing the top of your head off with orgasms.”
I look away, embarrassed.
“You been fucking with the wrong men, but that’s okay. It’ll make it easier to forget them.”
His words make my heart race. If only he could take away the pain of everything before him.
“Stand up.”
I do as I’m told and help him strip me down. There’s something almost poetic in the revealing. He’s peeling back my layers and forcing me to show the damaged woman inside.
“Tell me something no one knows,” I say quietly.
He turns to me and pauses. A thoughtful expression appears on his face. “I like watching Saturday morning cartoons.”
I laugh. “What?”
“I like to watch Saturday morning cartoons with a big bowl of cereal.”
“Are you kidding me right now?” I tease.
“Hell
“Fair enough,” I say.
“What are you worried about?” he asks.
“You changing your mind.” The words are out before I can stop them.
“That’s never going to happen. If you knew …” He shakes his head.
“What?”
“You still have your secrets and I have mine. Maybe this month we should decide if we’re willing to share them. It’s all or nothing with an old lady. We both know you’re not the type for nothing.”
Thirty days and I’d have to make up my mind.
“Deal,” I say.
He studies me through the narrow slits of his eyes. He has an uncanny ability to see through me. It makes me uncomfortable. I’m accustomed to hiding behind a mask of indifference. I’m many things with Arsen, but unaffected will never be one of them.
“Fuck breakfast.”
“What?” I blink owlishly.
He sinks to his knees beside me and spreads my leg. I grip his shoulders to keep from falling. “This is the only thing I want to eat right now.” His hot breath on my skin makes me shudder. I’m wet and tongue tied as he pushes aside my panties and licks my slit. “So fucking sweet and wet for me.” He flicks my clit and I bury my fingers in his hair. “That’s right, girl, hold on.” I can’t think. His tongue is talented, and the hungry noises have me weak in the knees. I lean back against the stove for support as he owns my pussy. He pauses and I whimper. “Whose pussy is this, Karma?”
“Yours,” I rasp.
He flicks my swollen bundle of nerves.
My thighs jerk. I gasp. “Arsen.”
“Say it louder.” His gravelly growl has me ready to complete any task he hands over.
“Yours, Slayer. It’s all yours.”
“Damn straight it is.” He thrust two fingers inside of me and sucks on my clit. I tilt my head back and scream as my orgasm crashes over me. No man has been able to bring me this much pleasure. He’s an observant bastard. He studied me like a subject over the past month, and now all his research is paying off. He knows my body as well as I do. Still spinning, I scream when he crooks his fingers and hits that spot that makes me see stars. My body quakes, and I release a fresh gush of liquid that he laps up greedily. I never knew I could squirt until this man. He undoes me so thoroughly, I know even if I walk, I’ll never be complete again without him. The realization and his clever finger work send me sailing over the edge fast on the heels of my last release. The world recedes and I hang on to him for dear life.
“I got you, girl,” his raspy voice murmurs. I feel my body lifted into strong arms. Can you have an orgasm hangover?
He laughs. I can hear the smugness. I’d roll my eyes if I had the energy. I pry my heavy lids open and find us moving into the bathroom. He places me on the toilet seat and moves to start the shower.
“I got you dirty, so it’s only fair I clean you off.”
His aftercare is another nail in the coffin that houses my resistance. I never expected this from him.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask.
He glances at me and raises an eyebrow. “Doing what?”
“Being sweet.”
He laughs. “That what you think this is? I’m taking care of you. There’s more than blowing the top of your head off with orgasms.”
I look away, embarrassed.
“You been fucking with the wrong men, but that’s okay. It’ll make it easier to forget them.”
His words make my heart race. If only he could take away the pain of everything before him.
“Stand up.”
I do as I’m told and help him strip me down. There’s something almost poetic in the revealing. He’s peeling back my layers and forcing me to show the damaged woman inside.
“Tell me something no one knows,” I say quietly.
He turns to me and pauses. A thoughtful expression appears on his face. “I like watching Saturday morning cartoons.”
I laugh. “What?”
“I like to watch Saturday morning cartoons with a big bowl of cereal.”
“Are you kidding me right now?” I tease.
“Hell
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