Wow! I’m like his personal Care Bear.
I pulled back and wrapped the duvet around me, viewing him critically. “You left what, three years ago?”
He nodded.
I crossed my arms. “So you're telling me you haven’t been with anyone since then?” I sat back, waiting for the answer.
He grimaced shyly. “Is it not too early in our relationship for the sexual history talk?”
Relationship?
“Well, considering you just took me unwrapped, bareback, skin to skin, un-rubbered, un-sheathed–,"
He put his hand over my mouth and winced. "I get it, Sunshine."
"You sure? No more adjectives needed?"
He firmly shook his head.
"Then I’m gonna say it's exactly the right time to have this discussion.”
He took hold of my wrists, pulling me forward, slamming me to his chest.
“You, young lady, have a mouth like a sailor, do you know that?”
I winked and clicked my tongue. “Aye Aye, Captain! What can I say? It’s the foul-mouthed Scottish in me. Now stop changing the subject and spill, well, spill words this time. Have you really been living like a medieval monk for three years?”
He groaned rubbing his head across my lower throat. “No. I had… acquaintances that would occasionally… oblige."
“Non-emotional f**k buddies?”
“For want of a better term, yes.” he said, almost regretfully.
I began tracing the tattoos on his chest. “So, when was the last time you were with one of them?”
Please don’t say recently. Please don’t say recently. Please don’t sat recently.
He grasped my face, forcing me to meet his gaze breaking my inner chant. “I haven’t been with anyone in about ten months, I promise. I no longer have any contact with them, they are in the past, a past I’m trying very hard to move on from.”
I grinned happily and smacked a kiss to his juicy full lips. "Good answer!"
He shook his head disapprovingly, waving his index finger a touch shy of my nose. “No, no, Ms. Munro, it’s your turn now.”
“Pah, that’s easy. I haven’t been with anyone since February, my ex, and he put me off men for quite some time, the f**king letch."
His eyes went wide. “Ah, so you’ve only been with women since?” he teased.
I huffed. “Yep, I’ve been having plenty of naked pillow fights and girly slumber parties that just for no apparent reason spiral into hours of vaginal experimentation and clitoral orgasms a-plenty! Is that what you want to hear?”
Tudor moaned loudly and lifted me against his ridiculously full crotch. “Fuck, I just got hard again!”
“Men!!!” I slapped his chest, his rock hard chest. "In all honesty Tudor, my 'acquaintances who oblige' – as you so eloquently put it – consist of my limber-fingered right hand and my bunny-themed battery-operated friend.”
He encased me in a hug and sighed. “Don’t worry, I’m not into sharing, so no lesbian p**n o fantasies here, thank you. I only want you feasting on me. But your other methods of pleasure get an open invitation.”
My heart stopped. “Hang fire and go back a bit. What do you mean share?” I blurted out in a higher pitch than was normal.
He pulled back from our embrace, confusion on his face. “What do you mean, what do I mean?”
I looked down, playing with my hands. “Well, you said you don’t like to share.”
He nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, and…?”
“Well, you can only share something that’s yours,” I prompted.
Bloody hell, he wasn’t making this easy on me!
He smirked, and nodded slowly. “You’re right.”
“About what? Which part?” I squeaked.
“That you can only share what’s yours.”
I am so confused!
He reached down and grabbed my knees, hoisting me up to straddle him, sitting upright against my naked body, chest to chest. His hands in my hair, his gaze an inch from mine. “It may sound crazy, Natasha Munro, but I want to be all yours. I want you to be with me. Only me.”
I tipped my head so we were nose to nose. “You want us to be together, like, together together?”
He whispered with a nervous smile. “Mmm-hmm… I want all of you, completely, exclusively.”
My heart did a victory somersault - f**king hell... finally!
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Mmm??? Well… Okay!” I announced, feeling stupidly ecstatic.