To be honest, your crap fascinates me. Having you here is like visiting a foreign land.
Type A Ellie liked to know the rules, like knowing what to expect. Flying blind made her nervous. He prepared to make her all kinds of nervous.
Not everything worth learning is summarized in book. Sometimes you’ve got to rely on instincts.
You’re a tough, fragile, brave, cowardly woman.
I’m full of expectations. I expect you to let me peel those thin, tight, and very damp shorts down your legs. I expect you to give my mouth and tongue and hands free reign until you’re biting your lip to keep from begging for more. And when I give you more, I expect you to scream my name in gratitude. If you feel the need to slap my face before, during or afterwards, go right ahead.
Keep smiling at me like that, though, and I’m liable to commit at least three sins with your mouth alone. You’ll have to make a special trip to church once I’m done with you.
Baby, I’m the oldest of three boys. I can handle a fist to the face, an elbow to the ribs, even a flying tackle. But a woman’s tears? They scare me, straight to the bone.
I like to play dirty. I can also be very, very exacting.” Rate St. Sebastian.
You can’t put a price on forgiveness.” He kissed the other thigh. “I forgive you.” “I’m afraid I can’t accept words.
I’m not going to be gentle, because we both know you don’t want gentle. I’m going to torment you until you’re stiff and aching – until even the whisper of my breath on your skin makes you moan.
Did you get a secret thrill out of sitting across from me, eating a civilized dinner while pretending not to know you were teasing my cock?” Rate St. Sebastian.