“Then hold me as tight as you want.”
I tightened my grip, waiting for him to protest, but he just stepped closer to me. “I’ll leave bruises on you.”
“I don’t care. You’re my lover and my partner, just as I’m yours. Baby, I’ve had sex with no strings—”
“Oh, yeah? Who with?”
He gave me a look. Oh, he meant girls. I blew out a breath.
“And if that was what I wanted, do you think I would have brought you to meet my family or moved in with you? I love you.”
I still wasn’t holding him as tightly as I wanted to, but I leaned my forehead against his forehead. “There are strings involved?”
“In what we have? You’d better believe it, and not just strings but ropes, cables. Chains, even.”
“I like that idea.” I liked it more than I could tell him, probably more than I should. I brushed my lips across his. “Can I…can I call you while you’re gone?”
“I was hoping you would. In the evening, okay?”
“Around bedtime?”
“Yeah.” He rocked his hips, and I could feel his cock nudging me.