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“I told you that you would fall in love with me first,” Iteased, but truth was, I was happy. No. I was fucking ecstatic that I foundlove again and it was a love that went past what Aaron and I ever had.

“Careful.” Sammy reached a hand between us, his fingers brushingover the crotch of my panties. “Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t mean thatI still can’t punish you.”

I shivered at the light feathery touches.

“Hmm...wet already. Has it been that long?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “It has actually.”

Sammy sat back on his heels, pulling my panties over my ass anddown my legs.

I slipped a leg out of one of the holes, leaving the panties onone foot only.

He circled his hand around my calf, resting my foot on hisshoulder. Placing a soft peck on my shin, he kept his eyes locked with mine.

My body wiggled, tensing under his scrutiny the longer time woreon where neither of us said anything. He thought he was in love with me, but henever actually said that he was.

Pulling my foot from his grip, I rose to my knees and knelt infront of him. “What’s a position you’ve never done?” I asked, pulling the tanktop up and over my head.

“I’ve never had a woman ride me,” Sammy answered, his voice lowas he watched me strip for him.

My eyes snapped to his. “Really? I’ve ridden you on the couchbefore.”

“That’s different. I’ve never laid on a bed and had a woman ontop.”

“Oh…” I tilted my head. “How come?”

“I’m a Dom, babe, and before you say that I can still controlsomeone while they’re riding me, I already know this.”

“But you never trusted someone enough to let them ride you, soyou could see just how in control you can actually be.” I waited. “I’m right,aren’t I?” When he didn’t say anything and only looked at me with those darkeyes of his, I slipped off the bed. “Lay down.”

“Red,” he growled.

“I’m not going to control you, Sam.” I rolled my eyes when hedidn’t budge. “I don’t have a dominant bone in my body when it comes to sex. Weboth know that. But I want to ride you.” I went up to him when he didn’t movefrom his spot on the bed. Cupping his cheek, I grabbed his hand with the otherand pulled it between my legs. “I want to know what you feel like beneath me.”

His jaw clenched behind my palm, the muscle ticking in tune withthe beat of my heart.

“You can use our safeword, Sammy. I just want to ride you andmaybe kiss you, touch you...” I let my eyes fall to the bulge he was now sportingin his sweatpants. “Suck you.”

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

He turned his head, his mouth brushing along my palm. “Will youtell me how you feel?”

“Will you tell me?” I threw back at him.

He grabbed my hand, giving the base of my palm a bite. The stingsent a wave of heat over every inch of me.

“I asked you a question, my little pet.” He tugged me closer.“Will you tell me how you feel?” he repeated, slower that time.

I swallowed hard, nodding.

“Words, pet. I need your fucking words.” He bit my palm again,pulling a moan from the back of my throat. He grinned.

“Yes, yes I’ll tell you.”

He released me, laid down on the bed, and waited.