“Come again?” He asked, sitting up too.
“I said I want you to bite me.” She repeated, leaning towards him, their noses almost touching.
Aamon raked his fingers through his hair, while looking uncertain.
“Why?”
“Because I want you to feel pleasure.”
He smiled and cupped her cheek. “I feel pleasure knowing you are pleasured. That is all the pleasure I need.”
She shook her head stubbornly. “No, I really want to try it.”
He still looked unsure, so she added, “What if I said biting me will add to my pleasure?”
He raised his brows and laughed. “You really want me to bite you?”
She nodded, never breaking eye contact with him.
He sighed in resolve. “You're sure you want to do this?”
“Hundred and one per cent!” She clarified.
“Alright. Lie down.” He instructed.
She lay down on her back
