I’m Beautiful
A short erotic affirmation for you, my love.
His hand followed the curve of her bare ass, slowly. Gently. Warm fingers tickled the sides of her hips, growing firmer with each stroke. His brow furrowed in concentration, eyes closed, fingers searching.
“What is it?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
“I’m trying to find your stretch marks,” he answered.
“What!” she exclaimed, pulling away, somewhat deflated.
His eyes opened, sweet and large.
“I love them,” he said sincerely.
She suppressed the snort, but could do nothing for the eye roll.
“No you don’t,” she muttered. “No one likes them.”
She cast about for her underwear, but his fingers dug into her thighs, his head still between her legs.
“Stop that.”
“It’s true,” she grumbled.
His grip deepened in response and he growled.
“Are you calling me a liar?”
She stilled. He was using that voice.
“No, sir.”
“You need to stop that.” That voice seemed to speak directly to the nub between her legs, vibrating her body from the inside. A firm line set his lips, still wet with the arousal he’d sampled between her legs moments earlier.
“Do I need to discipline you?” he asked quietly.
The corners of her lips quirked up as she debated answering in the affirmative. He raised an eyebrow and dragged his index finger down her slit, teasing her entrance.
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