Not So Soft, The Lust Diaries, Book 3.5
“How do I look?” I asked with a self-conscious tug on the bodice of my dress.
“Come here,” he said, gesturing me closer.
I moved in and positioned myself between his parted knees. Bare-chested and smelling of sweet coconut oil and sunshine, his hands grasped my bare ankles then skated up my legs, under my dress to cup the backs of my thighs. He held me there; firm enough for me to know it wasn’t just a casual touch, but so lightly that every inch of me lit up in expectation of something more. He placed a kiss between my breasts, right at the deepest plunge of my bodice.
“You want to know how you look?” he murmured against my skin.
I grasped a handful of his soft hair and tipped his head back. My reflection stared back at me in his sunglasses. I took them off. “Yes…” I said, searching his face. “Tell me I look pretty.”
A sly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Yvie, you look more than pretty. You look good enough to fuck.”
I grinned. “So I have your permission fuck him?” I asked cheekily.
The furrow between his brows deepened. “If you meet him, trust him and want to fuck him? Yes. You have my blessing.”
My question was tongue and cheek, a joke to lighten the intensity of the moment because intense moments make me twitchy. But his response…his response was a truth bomb that made me feel…I couldn’t rightly say what it made me feel. I’d felt it before, and it was something like gratitude or admiration or both all tied in together. And just like then, I could only pull him close and kiss him.
“Good enough to fuck, huh?” I asked playfully.
His hands slid further north to lift and cup my ass under my dress. “Most definitely, yes.”
“Does that mean you’re going to fuck me before I leave?”
His smile pulled into a full on grin. “Most definitely, yes.”