Page 159 of Reverie

“It’s okay to enjoy sex. All kinds of sex.” He rubs my knee. “Especially between us. Nothing we do together is wrong. Okay?”

I focus on the sensation of his hand on my crease of my leg, breathing in the truth of his words.

“Nothing you and I do is wrong,” I repeat.

He’s silent for slow moments as he rubs my skin in perfect circles.

“Okay, so anal in general is a go. Which is perfect because I’m an ass man. At least when it comes to your ass.”

I blush, and I’m sure that I look like a Black Ronald McDonald with how hot my face feels.

“Let’s talk a little more about pain. So I know you like it when I slap your pussy. I’ve felt it,” he says, giving me a very serious look. I start to envision Hunter smacking my pussy, and I make a strange noise in my throat, a combination of a moan and a whimper.

“Focus, Winter,” he says, humored.

“Right,” I reply, but my body undermines my words when a violent shiver travels down my spine.

“So spanking, where can I do it, when can I do it, and for how long?”

I hum again, forcing myself to swallow the spit that’s pooled in my mouth. “Okay so I don’t really like to be hit. My pussy is an outlier, I guess,” I say, ready to combust for several different reasons. “But my ass is okay too. Anywhere else, I don’t think I’d like. And only with your hand. Using any other tools feels likeRoots.”

“Jesus Christ, Sunbeam,” he says, his eyebrows slamming down in an appalled stare.

“What? I mean, tell me it doesn’t feel weird towhipyour Black wife?”

Hunter chokes. “Not going to even go there. But yes, I agree, it’s off the table.”

I put my hands out to my sides, likethere you have it.

“Oral?” Hunter asks, his voice a bit hoarse now at this point.

“Yes, pleeeeease,” I drawl, and Hunter’s face transforms, heat flaring in his eyes.

“Later,” he promises. “Any limits there?”

I pretend to think about it. “Nope,” I say, emphasizing the “p.” “I find that I really love to gag on your cock, and if you want to eat me out until I come on your face, I will never object.”

I shrug.

Hunter’s return expression is downright devilish. A quick glance at his pants lets me know he’s hard and fucking hell, I need him inside me.

“Anything else that’s a particular yes or a particular no?” He rasps out. I bite my lip and walk my fingers up his leg, aiming for his cock.

“I need to be awake when we’re having sex, so no somno stuff.”

Hunter nods.

“I don’t want to share you with anyone else, nor do I want to be shared.”

He makes a dark noise, and a glance at his face confirms his feelings on that topic.

“I want nothing to do with pee or scat,” I say.

“Definitely not my thing,” he replies.

“And I guess we don’t have to worry about this for another four and a half months, but, um…I’ll leave it up to you what we do during that time of the month,” I rush out.

But when Hunter makes a look that is absolutely primal, I’m quick to add, “Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it!”