The Best of Her

Chapter Thirty seven.

Mavis.

"Who do I have to hurt?"

He chuckles, thinking I'm joking. But I'm dead serious, I know he is hurt and upset about something or someone and that doesn't sit right with me. "I'm serious, Juniper." he laughs again, his grip tight on my hips as he leans against the headboard of my bed. "I can't take you seriously when you call me that,"

"Would you prefer Dash? I still like it," his smile was full on display, and he looks as pretty as always. But something isn't right, the way he responded to me when I first called him was weird. He sounded sad, and I hated it. No one should make my June sad. My June. I'm getting bold. "I like everything you call me, I don't mind."

"Asshole sounds good to you?" I taunt and his lip turned up into a small smirk. "Yeah, even insults sound good coming from you."

narrowing my eyes at him, I swipe my hands from his chest to the base of his neck and then clench a small fist of his hair, "you're into that?" His eyes were glistening with mischief, lips pulled into a lazy smile. "What if I was?" I gulp, because I'm so turned on right now but I have to find out what's going on with him first. "You're distracting me again. You have to tell me what happened to you,"

One of his hands traveled upward to my face, he stroked my face gently and kissed my temple. "Thank you for caring. But I can't tell you yet. I want to forget about it, when I'm ready to talk I promise you will be the first to know." I can't argue with that. I know how hard it is sometimes to talk about what's upsetting you, and I don't want to force him to tell me something he is not comfortable with yet. So I will wait, and be ready to hurt whoever hurt him. "Alright."

I slide my face into the nape of his neck and whisper against his ear, "so where were we?"

"You were telling me how you like to degrade men," I gasp, pulling away to look at his face. "I did not say that!"

his features danced with amusement, "you asked me if I'm into that, which means you're into it." I grab his jaw between my hand and tilt his head upward to meet my eyes, "your deduction skills suck, don't try to use them again."

He lifts an eyebrow, "really? Look at the way you're holding me, Mavi."

I was on top of him, my hand gripping hard on his jaw and my legs basically trapping him. And the fact that he let me do anything to him, feels so fucking good. Yes, maybe I am into that. I don't really know what kind of sexual kinks I have, it's not like I've been in many sexual intercourses. Matter of fact I've been in none. Shocker. I was never comfortable enough with someone to take it too far, it eventually stopped after making out. So, I don't know what I'm into and what I'm not into.

"Um, do you like it too?" I ask, suddenly feeling awkward. I loosen my grasp on him and he clutch on him and he brings my fingers close to his mouth and kisses them. "I didn't know I liked it until you." he near my lips and kiss them too, until I open up and he laps his tongue against mine.

That was so erotic, it sent shivers down my back. I felt his hard-on against my inner thigh and I moved against it, making him moan in the process and I almost lost my shit there and then. That sound was from the heavens and you can't prove me wrong. "You drive me mad, Mavi." he whispered as I did it again.

"Tell me what you like?" Grabbing a handful of his hair and tilted it so I could look at him. I kept dry humping on him, and I felt myself coming closer and closer. It usually takes so much time to build me up, but this sight of him feels like a daydream. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips parted slightly as I pushed myself harder on him. "I asked you a question, June."

His hooded eyes finally focus on me and he hums, "You. I like whatever you do to me."

Oh, God.

"You're going to have to be more specific," I nip at his earlobe and bite down his neck. I slow my hips down, barely making contact with him anymore. He releases a frustrated groan and try to push me down but I swat his hand away. "Tell me, what do I do that turns you on?"