Chapter 28

The moment we got inside, Monique turned to me, her eyes blazing with heat.

“Put the groceries away,” she commanded, stepping back toward the hallway. “Then bring the lube and follow me.”

With that, she walked toward the bedroom, tossing off her clothes piece by piece as she went.

I barely remembered shoving things into the fridge before grabbing the bottle and following her, my pulse hammering.

By the time I reached the bedroom, she was completely naked, sprawled on the bed, her fingers already teasing herself as she looked at me through hooded eyes.

“Lock the door,” she murmured.

I did.

She purred, spreading her legs slightly. “Now, come here ... and let me teach you something new.”

I locked the door as Monique had instructed, my pulse hammering in anticipation. When I turned back toward the bed, the sight before me nearly took my breath away.

She lay sprawled across the sheets, completely naked, her toned legs slightly parted, her skin glowing under the soft bedroom light. One of her hands rested on her stomach, while the other teased slow, lazy circles between her thighs, the faintest glisten betraying her arousal.

Her gaze was heated, watching me carefully. “Come here,” she murmured. “Let me teach you something new.”

I swallowed hard, stepping toward the bed, my good hand tightening around the bottle of lube. The idea of taking her this way—of exploring this entirely new level of intimacy—was as thrilling as it was intimidating.

Monique noticed the tension in my shoulders and smirked. “You look nervous.”

I exhaled sharply. “Not nervous. Just ... making sure I do this right.”

She pushed herself up slightly, her breasts rising with each breath. “I’ll guide you.” She reached out, trailing her fingers over my shirt. “First things first ... lose these clothes.”

I let out a low chuckle, setting the bottle aside as I unbuttoned my shirt. Her eyes followed my every movement, hunger darkening her gaze. When I stepped out of my pants and briefs, her breath hitched slightly.

“Even after everything we’ve done, you still take my breath away,” she murmured.

I smirked, kneeling beside her on the bed. “You flatter me.”

Monique grinned, pulling me in for a slow, deep kiss. Our bodies pressed together, skin to skin, the heat between us building steadily. I could feel the subtle, teasing pressure of the plug still inside her, and it sent a fresh surge of arousal through me.

She broke the kiss first, reaching for the bottle of lubricant, placing it in my hand. “Start slow,” she instructed, rolling onto her stomach before rising onto her knees, her back arching as she presented herself to me.

I exhaled as my fingers trailed down her spine, my touch feather-light. She shivered, her body already so responsive to me.

I ran my hand over the soft curves of her backside before carefully gripping the base of the plug, giving it a gentle twist.

Monique moaned, her hips shifting slightly.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, watching her reaction closely.

She let out a shaky breath. “Yes ... I love the way it stretches me. But I want more.”

I pulled the plug out with slow, deliberate precision, watching as her body tensed slightly before relaxing again. She sighed as the cool air met her newly exposed skin, then glanced back at me with pure need in her expression.