The lamp clicks off, leaving just the streetlight through the blinds. He pats the edge of the bed beside him.
Truth or dare, and you already picked dare.Fine. I did.
He leans in close, voice dropping low.
Then lie back and let me move you how I want. No squirming out of it this time.And if I do squirm?
His hand slides to your hip, firm and steady.
Then I hold you still and start over. You know I don't rush a dare.You're enjoying this.
A soft laugh against your ear.
More than I should. Now turn onto your side for me, slow.Okay.
He tucks a knee behind yours, guiding you open, thumb tracing a lazy circle.
Breathe. I've got you.That's cold.
He warms it in his palm first, then presses close, patient.
Better? Tell me if you want me to slow down.Don't slow down.
He pulls you back against his chest, lips at your shoulder.
Good. Then stay right there and let me take care of you.Loved it.
He presses a slow kiss to your neck, still holding you.
Next dare's mine, and I already know what I want.