Warning: this chapter will contain smut and sexual situations you may not be comfortable with such as male submission, etc.
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You love you and Bills sex life, more than you can describe. You love being the one under him, writhing and squirming and begging for a release, and he enjoys making you feel that way, but recently you have really been wanting to try something else, something new and something you know Bill has never really explored.
You walk into the shared bedroom, feet padding against the cold hard wood floor. Bill is resting against the black headboard, long legs adorned in grey sweatpants crossed at the ankles. His eyes catch yours as you walk in, and a smile plays on his upturned lips. "Come lay with me?" He half asks, and half states, cocking his head to the side.
You giggle and shut the heavy door, before walking over to his side of the bed. He instantly reaches his long arms out, large hand gently grabbing your waist as you climb on top of him. His lap is firm, and you can feel his warm palms through the thing fabric of your T shirt as they rest on your waist.
He lets out a breath, absentmindedly looking you up and down with curious green eyes as his smooth fingertips draw circles on your skin. You reach out and place your hands on his chest, feeling the soft material of his black shirt against your palms. You pick a bit at the fabric, before speaking.
"I want to try something new, and if you're not comfortable with it we completely don't have to, but I think once you open yourself up to it you might really like it." You say, hands moving from his chest to the side of his neck. His bare skin feels warm and smooth.
You look up to meet his gaze, noticing an intrigued smirk lined across his sharp features. "Yeah? What's that?" He asks in a curious tone, his white teeth making a slight appearance from behind his rouge hued lips.
You shuffle a bit on top of his lap, scooting closer. You can feel the sturdiness of his thighs under you, only soft lounging shorts covering your lower half. "I was thinking maybe I could take control. I want you to be...submissive, to me." You say, softly biting on your lower lip at the thought, as you softly rub your fingers through the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.
His heart skips a beat in his chest, the thought of you being in control making his cheeks burn hot. He doesn't know why it's having an effect on him like this, but he doesn't entirely oppose either. His eyes are still peering into yours, a glint of sorts sparkling in his eyes. "Well, I guess it's your move then, baby." He says with a smirk, right hand slipping halfway into the back of your shirt to feel the soft skin of your hips.
A look of excitement forms across your face, and you have to contain yourself from getting too worked up. You don't speak, you simply cup his cheeks, and lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He instantly responds, moving his head up so he can become more enthralled into the movement. His large hands instinctively grip your waist, but you slap them away.
