My Little Pup

Chapter 17

My word had barely filled his ears when his lips claim mine, catching me by surprise. Large hands grip my waist, pulling me from my spot on the couch until I was properly re-situated on his lap. I clutch onto the sides of his cotton shirt, for stability, while also pulling our bodies closer together.

At this point, I succumb to my body's natural desires. As much as it churns my stomach to admit it – I want this. Negan is damn near giddy when he noticed his tactics working. I tried to deny it - that his touch alone had me melting into his embrace unlike any other man that I've been with. That for once, I trust him when he says that he will be gentle with me and that for a change, he will take care of me. Here I am in the most vulnerable state that I've been in with the man who has the absolute power to tarnish the lives of my father and I in one fell swoop. This must be done, and I'm okay with that.

"You have no idea how fuckin' long I've waited to hear you say 'yes'," Negan breathlessly spoke in between each fervent kiss. He brings a hand to gently rest on the back of my neck, just below the collar, tilting my head upwards as he traces a line of kisses along my jaw. The abrasiveness of his stubble lightly prickling against my delicate flesh in the process.

Wanting to do a bit of exploring of my own, I reach out and carefully glide my fingertips over Negan's form. It was evident that Negan was a fit man, I just never realized how fit until now. His physique is one that both men and women envy – men aspire to possess a similar build, while women lust for a man such as this. Broad shoulders, taut stomach, and having a firmness to his form that begged to be touched. Even through his shirt, I feel the defined muscles of his body tense and relax under my touch.

Because of my inexperience, I follow Negan's lead, allowing him to set the pace and tone. He stays true to his word, taking things slow and gentle - a stark contrast to the frenzied groping that occurred before the new terms were set. Negan now handled me as if I were a delicate gem that could shatter under the slightest pressure.

I found myself lost in every graze of his fingertips against my sensitive skin as they roamed over me. It's as if my body was a roadmap that Negan knew from end to end. Knowing exactly where to caress, squeeze, or gently pinch to cause a hymn of sweet melodies to spill from me.

Goosebumps dance over my flesh as he brushes his hands down my sides. Negan meticulously follows every dip and curve of my petite form down to my hips, until coming to rest on my backside, a hand palming each clothed cheek. Negan pauses, his eyebrows raised in question – silently gauging my comfort level.

Without hesitation, I intertwine my fingers in his unruly curls, crashing our lips together. Negan is quick to take control, flicking his tongue against my own, enticing me to play his game. I gladly oblige, stroking my tongue against his and occasionally nipping at his bottom lip. I quickly notice the action seemed to spur him on even more.

His grip tightens on my ass as he begins rocking me against himself, grinding his hips and growing bulge against my core with each motion. One hand freely tugs at his locks in pure desire, while the other roams his toned back. The friction from his gyrating alone damn near has me coming undone in his lap. Just as I'm about to find my release, Negan stills beneath me, a sly grin on his face.

"What? I can't have you spoiling your dinner on the damn appetizer," Negan snickers at the pout on my face.

Despite his comments, I know that it won't take much more to send me over the edge. I shamelessly continue my movements against his hips, longing for even an ounce of friction.