Seduction - Chapter 20
Sunday
I knew James was exhausted. Or else he wouldn’t have fallen asleep as soon as his head touched his pillow. But my blood was pumping faster than usual. It was like my body needed him. Like I couldn’t sleep without him inside of me first.
For a second I just stared at him in the darkness. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get sick of staring at him. I hoped I never would.
I wondered if this was how it would be once the baby was born.
Being up in the middle of the night. James exhausted.
I smiled to myself. If this was how our life would be once my son arrived, I’d take it.
I’d wake up in the middle of the night countless times if it meant seeing James like this.
He looked so at peace when he was sleeping.
It hadn’t always been that way. He used to barely sleep at all before we met. He’d told me once that he had the best sleep of his life when he was beside me.
So maybe it was wrong to disturb him. But I couldn’t sleep until I made good on my promises.
“James,” I whispered.
He groaned.
It was tempting to wander into the sex dungeon and find something to tie him up with. But I wasn’t sure if he’d love waking up to that. I knew he’d love waking up to this though. “I forgot to seduce you today.”
He slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids heavy.
“I need you,” I whispered.
“Come here.” He reached out and pulled me closer. Turning me so that my back was to his front. He kissed the side of my neck, soft and slow. Torturously slow.
I tried to turn, but he grabbed my hip, keeping me in place.
“Baby, if you’re going to wake me up in the middle of the night, you’ll have to do whatever I was dreaming of.” His fingers lazily bushed across my clit. “Mmm, you’re so fucking wet.”
I arched my back into him
He groaned.
“And what were you dreaming of?” I asked. Because if it was this…I was definitely okay with that. I could already feel how hard he was against my ass. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that needed something before bed.
“You on all fours.” His fingers brushed across my clit again. “Me fucking you from behind. Your back arched just like this.” He buried his face in my hair like he was breathing me in.
I could give him that fantasy. Easily. This time when I moved he let me. I slowly pulled off his baggy t-shirt that I was sleeping in and positioned myself in the middle of the bed. I locked eyes with him. The way he was staring at me made me feel alive. I arched my back and bit my bottom lip.
He grabbed another pillow and propped it behind his head as he watched me.
That was not the reaction I was expecting. “What are you doing?” I laughed.
“Taking you in.”
I tried to arch my brow and failed.
“God you’re sexy.”
I loved that he found me sexy even when I wasn’t doing something quite right. I jutted my ass farther into the air and he groaned. At least I could do this.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” he said, his eyes trailing over my ass. “You’re going to want something to hold on to.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I tried to hold in my laughter. I’d been trying to figure out the perfect way to tease him about his comment earlier. This seemed like the perfect opportunity.
He laughed. “Yeah, definitely not my kink.”
“If you say so, Daddy.”
He laughed again. “Penny, put your hands on the headboard now. And if you call me Daddy one more time I’ll have no choice but to spank you.”
I pressed my lips together as I crawled forward. I wrapped my hands around the bedpost. “Better, Daddy?”
His palm gently ran over my ass, caressing me. “You know perfectly well that I prefer when you call me professor.” He slapped my ass hard.
I gasped.
He slapped me again and then massaged my sore ass cheek. “Now, let’s try this again. Do you have something to say to me?”
“I’m sorry, Professor Hunter.”
He groaned, his fingers digging into my ass cheek. “I’m a sick fuck, you know that right? You married a man who gets hard as soon as you call me that.”
I looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m pretty sure we were made for each other. Because I’m soaking wet just thinking about my professor fucking me.”
“Your husband,” he corrected, massaging my ass again. “You’re dripping at the thought of your husband fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Oh, Penny. You know better than to question me.” He slammed into me from behind.
I moaned. When I’d awakened him, I’d been expecting him to make love to me, barely awake. Slow and lazy. I had no idea why I’d expected that. James never fucked me slow and lazy. Well, sometimes slow. When he made love to every inch of my body. But never lazy.
He pulled my hair, making me arch my back even more.
Oh God.