Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

36 - Beg, Belt & Black

~ Extravagant - Lil Durk - Nicki Minaj~
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I sit on my phone texting Jade about making plans for the future. I texted Heath just a second ago. I wonder if he's even awake. Suddenly my door swings open. He swiftly closes it.

My eyes gaze at his appearance. No shirt but dress pants only. "Hi," I smile, sitting up. He locks the door before sitting next to me and I shuffle making room for him.

"You haven't changed yet?" He asks. His hands trailing up my thigh.

"Neither have you," I point out as his finger loops around the thigh suspenders. I got them as a gift, honestly don't even know where you buy these.

He looks up at me, a great emotion held within his eyes. But I can't put my finger on it. He leans in kissing me. My hand wraps around his neck pulling him in.

I feel his hand slowly rise up my inner thigh. One of my hands stops him moving his hand to face while I reach for his belt. "Prys," he whispers, pulling away. He pushes my hands off his belt and sits back against my headboard letting out a sigh.

And I ruined it.

"What's wrong?" I ask. I sit against the headboard next to him. My hands, placed in my lap now.

He drops his head to his shoulder looking at me. "Why won't you let me touch you," he whispers. I guess I couldn't put it off that long.

"What do you mean?" I ask. I know exactly what he means.

He runs a hand down his face. It rests over his mouth for a minute while he stares at me. Thinking about something. "I don't mean to sound like an asshole but every time I try to, well, you know, you kind of freak out and then try and suck me off," he says bluntly.

I put my hand on the side of his face. Faking a teasing smile. "I just like to. Watching you crumple under my spell," I jest, running my finger down his jaw line.

He pushes my hand away. It falls back into my lap and I begin playing with my fingers. "Prys I'm serious. Maybe I'm moving too fast or you don't like it?" He says coming out as a question. I shrug not knowing how to reply.

He sighs, taking my hand in his and lacing our fingers together. "Talk to me," he says softly. "Have you never done it before? I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, I'm just trying to understand."

I keep my eyes on our interlaced ones. The one time Heath tries to engage in a mature conversation I can't even speak. "I-" I stop talking, unsure of what to say.

I feel him press his forehead to the side of my head. "If you don't want anything, I don't want anything either. I mean not even just sex, let me pleasure you," he whispers.

I take in a deep breath and turn my head. Our foreheads now against each other. "Just go slow with me," I whisper.

"Of course," he kisses me again. I pull back feeling brave and take off my shirt. His eyes drift down to my black bra. Then back up to me again. He chuckles lightly. "Right now?"

I kiss him hard. "Everyone's asleep," I mumble against his lips. It's the middle of the night. He nods before standing up and walking across my room.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"Wash my hands. Don't worry, I'll have you moaning my name, watching you squirm and fail to keep your composure in no time," he winks before walking into my bathroom.

While he's washing his hands, I quickly slide off the rest of my clothes leaving my thigh suspenders on. I know he loves those. Watching his reaction the first time he saw me in them was hot.