His voice and breath were low into her opened mouth, her exhale warm against his own as he continued to speak in a way only and delightfully lecherous. "I'd punish you but we have dinner to make,"
"You can punish me later,"
"Oh, I will," The girl blushed as the man's lips left hers, the action smooth and slow, his hands sliding away from the warmth of her soft, soft skin. For a moment, left without hi
Eventually, the girl took a seat before his, immediately lifting her feet to rest on his lap though he did not mind; he found the gesture comforting. She reached for her cutlery and ate the meal in silence after expressing the degree to which she enjoyed the flavour—something surprising. It was a peaceful silence, a silence endured with grace before the pair cleaned up after themselves, and then made their way back to the room they had occupied an hour or so before.The girl smiled shyly, an expression the man who stood behind her could not see as he approached the face of her back, an expression kno
Genevieve bolted upwards to a seat without a word of warning, her eyes bright and cheeks remaining blush-dusted as her gaze fell to the man's and her lips formed few sweet, careless words. "Okay powernap over, I have the energy to get dressed now,"The girl's smile never failed as she rolled from the edge of the bed, naked skin framed by the gentle glow of intensifying streetlight, flirting with the amber glow of their room by the hand of lamplight. Her feet met the floor with a silent motion—toes rocking to heels as her skin shrunk away from the cold of the floorboards bene
He nodded without thought. "You'd make a great peace worker—and you'd have a lot of fun doing it too... I think that's bloody great," Her eyelids were heavy as they spoke, but her smile and interest did not falter as she sighed deeply and settled further against him happily."I love you, daddy," She spoke each word without thought, not a trace of the same amused smile remaining.
The sun was bright against Genevieve as she reluctantly awoke, eyes falling on the image of Jasper pacing the length of the room irritably. The curtains were thin against the harsh morning lighting, conversation broken beneath Genevieve's attention and the phone against Jasper's ear as she shifted and stretched upwards. Jasper was alerted of her awakened state, a goodbye hushed into the phone irritably before the man sunk by the edge of the bed once more.A kind smile was already across his lips as Genevieve spoke, eyes falling on the man crouched by her side. "Come back to bed,"
"I knew I should've never introduced my girlfriend to my 'Xbox'," Jasper groaned the words softly with a yawn as he rolled onto his side, large hands tugging the girl to his side to a more favourable proximity."Good morning to you, too," Genevieve pressed a thumb to the glowing button to the centre of the controller, her eyes shifting to the man whose head lay against the pillow by the curve of the girl back. Jasper still lay, whereas Genevieve had already shooed away the lingering tastes of slumber with a seat against the mattress with the duvet by her hips.
"Daddy said no to me,""And what does that mean?""No, if I'm a good girl, but yes if I try hard enough," The man's hand tightened against the girl's neck as she lay, a small, strained and raspy laugh escaping her lips, a fist twisting in the sheets beneath and around her, his hand strong and cold against her skin. His grip was as sure as it always was when it rested against her, f
Genevieve had awoken to an empty bed, as expected, bathed in a cold sweat. It was a sobering factor most unpleasant as she shook away all lingering thoughts of her dream and threw the sheets away from herself.It was an effort to air out the bed she was afraid she had dampened with the perspiration of a continued thought—a stain in her mind, too stubborn to wash away. Impulsively, the girl reached for her phone.
Jasper admired the glow of the highest points of the girl's face as she sat beneath the distant embrace of an amber lamp's throw, skin soft against his own, a temptation. She was an offer he couldn't refuse; an offer with a mind, an offer persistent.The girl quirked an eyebrow challengingly. "No, you don't. Come to bed." His gaze was just as challenging, firm before he spoke bluntly, his own excited heart leaping. The man didn't show the feeling; indifferent and collected as he sat, waiting, patient externally and impatiently restless beneath his jeans...