Then he whispered, “Baby, what?”

“My tummy’s round,” I whispered back and he blinked.

Then he repeated, “What?”

“I, um… I’m not perfect. I have a little Buddha belly.”

He stared at me.

Stupidly, I kept talking. “I run, do crunches, you know… stuff like that. I do it regularly, I mean, as regularly as I can which kinda isn’t regularly, regularly it’s just um… somewhat regularly. But it doesn’t go away. And, um… I don’t want you to be disappointed when you see because I think you see something in me and you need to know I’m just me. I’m not how you see me. I’m not perfect.”

He stared at me some more then he slid off to my side. Then he slid the covers down to my thighs.

Then, holding my eyes, he ordered quietly, “Show me.”

Oh God!

“Uh… you won’t see. I’m lying on my back and it –”

His hand still at my neck tensed and he repeated, “Show me.”

I pulled my lips between my teeth. Then I watched as his head dropped because my hands were at his tee pulling it up my belly and his eyes were trained there.

When the shirt was up to under my breasts, his hand left my neck and went to rest warm and flat on my stomach but his eyes came back to me.

“You get I picked those dresses,” he stated.

“Pardon?” I asked.

“Your dresses. I picked them.”

“Oh,” I whispered.

“Guessed the size,” he went on.

“Oh,” I breathed.

“Baby,” his hand pressed lightly into my belly, “I haven’t missed this.”

Okay, all right.

Oh God.

Was this embarrassing? With the warm way he was looking at me, I couldn’t tell.

“Right,” I said softly.

“You are perfect. I wanted to fuck cut, first, I’d wonder if I lost my fuckin’ mind not havin’ sweet and soft and all woman. Then, I’d fuck cut. But I don’t want cut. I want my cock in a woman who’s sweet, soft and…” his face got close, “all woman.”

Oh my.

I liked that as in really.

And I liked it even better that Knight made it not embarrassing.

He wasn’t done.

“You run, you do your crunches, I don’t give a fuck. But you lose any of that ass, those tits, those hips or your Buddha belly, just sayin’, babe, you lose me.”

Oh.

My.

Yes, I liked that. Really.

“Knight,” I whispered but said no more. Not because he interrupted me just because what he said meant so much to me and I didn’t know what to say.

“Now, you got anything else you wanna talk about before I fuck you?”

“No,” I said softly.

“Fuckin’ great,” he muttered then his head dropped and he kissed me.

And he kissed me like he always kissed me, hard, demanding but this time better because it kept going as his hand moved over my belly. Then his fingertips skimmed the top edge of my underwear. Then his hand flattened again and slid to my waist and feather-light up my side.

I trembled as he did this and held on as best I could since he was still lying beside me.

Then his lips released mine and slid down my cheek to my ear.

“Hands off me, babe, palms flat on the bed and open your legs for me.”

My belly curled then knotted and heat rushed to a secret place in me.

He lifted his head and caught my eyes. I bit my bottom lip then slid my hands away from him and did as he asked.

“Keep them there, baby, no matter what I make you feel,” he ordered gently and I nodded. “Now spread,” he whispered.

Slowly, I opened my legs and Knight’s neck twisted to watch.

Then he murmured, “My baby’s bein’ good.”

Oh God.

Why was that such a turn on?

His hand slid back and in, just the very tips of his fingers skimming the legs of my panties at the core of me. Then down the inside of my thigh.

“Cock your knees, Anya, and open wider for me.”

My breathing was erratic, my entire body hot, my breasts swelled and I felt wet gather between my legs as I did what I was told.

Knight’s fingertips slid to the back of my thigh, up, skimming the back of my knee then he shifted, leaning in so they could go down the back of my calf to my ankle.

Okay, that felt good. Sweet, light, amazing.

Then his hand moved to the other leg and he retraced the same path to the heart of me and again his fingers glided feather-soft along the inside edges of my panties between my legs.

My hips shifted impatiently.

God, I needed more.

“Honey,” I whispered and Knight’s hand went away but his eyes came to me.

“You take what I give, baby, you do what I say and you hush.”

Hush.

Oh God.

Why did that turn me on too?

I wanted his hand back so I nodded.

He watched me nod and his face got lazy.

“Good, baby.”

I licked my lips, he watched that too and his face got hungry.

Okay, all right.

God, just watching that look take over his beautiful features turned me on too.

His neck twisted again to watch as I felt his hand come back and this time it skimmed me over my panties.

My hips jerked.

“Still,” he whispered. His fingers skimmed back over my panties and it took everything to keep still, my fingers clenching into his sheets and when I accomplished this, I got my reward instantly. His finger hooked into the gusset and pulled it away. Simple, a bare touch, my panties tugging at my hips but it was effective. “Soaked,” he growled then moved.

Shifting between my legs, I felt his nose glide against me in a barely-there touch that sent trills shooting over every inch of my skin then he opened his mouth, covering me over my panties and I felt his tongue press in.

Oh God. Oh God.

My neck arched, my hands clenched the sheets and I whimpered.

“Jesus, fuck, baby,” Knight growled. “I like that. Gonna eat that. Gonna eat it clean.”

Then he rolled away, my legs jerked straight as my panties were yanked off and his voice came at me.

“Knees bent, legs up, wide, offer that pussy to me.”

I instantly complied and his mouth was on me.

Oh God. Oh God.

God.

Yes, he was hungry. I knew it because he licked. He sucked. He engaged his fingers and they pressed, rolled, spread me open, thrust inside. He finger fucked me. He tongue fucked me. And when his mouth was sucking hard at my clit while two fingers were plunged deep inside, my back left the bed, my head pushed into the pillows, my fingers pulled at the sheets, my mouth opened and a low, deep, long moan tore out as it consumed me. Totally. Head-to-toe. The world melted away and there was nothing but Knight’s mouth on me and the intense, body-shattering orgasm he gave me.

It seemed to last forever and when I came down, my back settling into the satin, my chin dipping down, my eyes opening, I saw Knight kneeling between my legs. His ass was to his calves and he’d pulled my hips partially up his thighs. His eyes were hot on me, one of his hands cupping my sex, his other hand holding my leg wrapped around his waist. I hadn’t even noticed him move and position.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and I felt his thumb slide inside me as the rest of his hand stayed cupped to me. Then he ordered, “Lose the tee.”

He held my leg wrapped around him, his thumb inside, his hand cupping me as he watched me pull off the tee and toss it aside.

His dark eyes got darker and I trembled.

His thumb slid out, both hands moved to span my hips and he instructed, “Nightstand. Protection. You move but you don’t lose me.”

I licked my lips and rolled them together as I carefully twisted at the waist, reached to the nightstand, opened it and saw a mess of condoms resting in it. I grabbed one, left the drawer open and dropped to my back.

He reached out. I handed it to him then I stared in fascinated wonder as he tore it open with his teeth, slid it out and then I watched in panting fascinated wonder as he rolled it on his long, thick, large, beautiful (of course), perfect (completely, from tip to root) cock.

Oh God.

I could swear my breaths were moving the bed as I felt him move, my eyes went from his hard cock to see him bending over me. Then he gathered me in his arms and lifted me off the bed.

“Both legs around me,” he growled.

I acquiesced, he positioned me then slid me down and impaled me, filling me full. So full. So, so full.

Oh God.

My head dropped back.

“Look at me.”

My head came forward and I focused on him.

“I fuck hard, baby,” he whispered.

“Okay,” I breathed.

“In a second, you’re gonna lose all but my cock. I wanna watch you take me. You keep those legs tight around me as I take that pussy.”

“Okay.”

“You just gave yourself to me, that includes your pussy, your clit. It’s mine, Anya, you don’t touch it unless I tell you to. Even if you’re close and want it, you let me give it to you unless I wanna watch you helpin’ me. Clear?”

“Clear,” I agreed immediately.

His hand slid up my back and into my hair, tilting my face down so my lips were resting against his.

Then he whispered, “Prepare, baby.”

I didn’t need to prepare. I was already prepared. Totally.

Then he bent forward, put my back to the bed, moved away from me up to his hands on either side of me, arms straight and he did exactly what he said he was going to do.

As he watched, his eyes hot, hungry, greedy, moving over my face, my torso and dipped down to watch his cock driving inside me, he gave me nothing but that. My legs stayed wrapped tight around his hips as I took him and I clenched my fingers back in the sheets.