Free Play With Me by Alisha Rai Page B

know. Couldn’t ask. 
    He did know that her continued toplessness was both sexy and strange, seeing as how they weren't smack in the middle of one of their games. He cleared his throat. “Do you want to do up your...?” He gestured to her chest. 
    Tatiana blinked and glanced down. “Oh.” 
    “Did you forget you were half naked?”
    “Maybe.” She peeked up at him from beneath her lashes. Her hesitancy had diminished, coy teasing directed his way. “Plus, you didn't tell me to cover myself. Sir.”
    His cock stirred. “Good girl. You can fix your dress.”
    Her lashes dipped down, and she retied her halter, removing those pretty tits from his sight. Belatedly, he kicked himself. He should be maximizing naked breast time, yeah? Moron. 
    But with both of them clothed, he was moderately more comfortable sitting next to her on the couch, arm extended to drape over the back. He shifted. Shifted again. The sofa felt uncomfortable and alien. Strange. This was his favorite piece of furniture in the entire place, one he’d personally chosen for its butter-soft leather and cushioning embrace. 
    It’s her. She was the reason behind his discomfort. There wasn’t much distance between them. The fact that there was any bothered him. 
    Not questioning the urge, he reached across the small gap and pulled her on to his lap. She was so petite, her weight barely registered. Wyatt adjusted her until she was arranged to his satisfaction, her round ass caressing his cock.
    She was pliant, but he still felt as if he needed to explain himself to her. “I want you here,” he growled. 
    “Then I'm here.” She kissed him, her warm lips moving over his, her tongue flitting out to flirt. There were no hidden meanings in her words. And even if there were, he wasn’t going to dwell on them. He was too busy enjoying these sweet, unhurried kisses, reminiscent of the beginning of their relationship. Other kids at school had thought he was a big stud, but he’d barely kissed girls before Tatiana came into his life. For the first couple of dates, they’d sat in his car, giving each other these slow, drugging kisses, until he’d had to break away, play the good guy, and drive her home. The great thing about being a grownup was the ability to indulge desires. The passion boiled over fast, the kiss turning hard and deep. Pulling her panties to the side, he loosened his pants to release his cock and sank home. 
    Mentally, he grimaced over the fact that he was essentially repeating the same moves a second time tonight. Next time, he consoled himself, next time he’d manage something more creative than simply shoving clothes away and himself inside of her. 
    Or maybe this time. When she tried to turn, to straddle him, he kept her sitting sideways, which he knew would add to her feeling of helplessness. She couldn't move, couldn't even try to get away. 
    He kissed his way down her throat, adding small love bites to her flesh. Her skin was delicate, and he bet she still bruised easily. He wanted to mark her so she would see his possession for days afterward. He needed to mark her. 
    She shifted in his lap, her tight pussy nearly tempting him to change her position and ram himself until he came inside her.
    “You're not wearing a condom,” she gasped. 
    Goddamn. No wonder she felt so scalding hot. 
    He hadn’t been with a woman bare since…her. She’d been the only one. Back when they’d both been too young and stupid. He was older now, but still stupid enough to mutter, “Give me a second,” and steal another kiss while he reveled in the feeling of her pussy rubbing against his naked cock. Christ, talk about nostalgia. 
    “Now, Wyatt.”
    He groaned, but he wasn’t a complete moron. They no longer had the luxury of having been each other’s only lovers. Or being in a long-term relationship with other precautions in place. The rules were different now. He pulled out, cursing when his cock met air, too cold after being inside