“Decorate me?”
His eyes meet mine in the bathroom mirror “What?” he finally says
“Decorate me.” I say but this time it is a statement not a question.
“And what exactly do you mean by that?” He is still looking at me in the bathroom mirror, a towel wrapped round his waist, a toothbrush in hand.
“Really? You don’t know?”
He puts the toothbrush down and slowly turns to face me. “Of course I know what you mean” he says leaning in to kiss me before continuing “But I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say those filthy words, not some euphemism. So. What exactly do you mean by that?”
His question hangs in the air as I contemplate him. We both know he has me cornered, both physically, he stands between me and the door, and metaphorically, if I want what I want then I am going to have to ask for it. I see a little smile twitch across his lips as he watches me. He is enjoying putting me on the spot, damn man.
“Come on me” I finally say
More” he demands
“Fuck you” I grumble back
He laughs at that “Make up your mind” he says, his head tipped to one side. I can see the outline of his thickening cock through the towel.
“Come on my tits and then take me out to dinner” I finally say, dropping my towel as I slip to my knees in front of him.
He lets out a little growl of desire as he tugs the towel from around his waist and takes his now hard dick in his hand.
“You are going to look so pretty at dinner tonight” he mummers
And he is right…
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