It is morning, he is still asleep, I am reading in the lounge room, the bedroom door in my peripheral vision. He is not allowed to come out of the room without permission.
I hear a sound and lift my gaze, the smirk already curling the corners of my mouth. The door opens slowly, his hand appears curled around the jamb, he peeks around the corner at me like a naughty child, blinking into the sunlight slowly.
My stomach lurches at the sight of him like I have been punched, I want to groan with the power of it, I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Hello Ma’am,” he murmers, a sleepy smile on his face, he rubs one eye with his fist and the unselfconscious innocence of it undoes me.
I am on my feet in a heartbeat and it seems to take only two steps to cross the room to get to him, his mouth widens into a smile when he sees me coming and changes to an ‘oh’ of shock when I grab him and shove him backwards into the bedroom, I run at him with force and don’t stop barrelling until he has tripped back onto the bed and lands with a thump.
He laughs with delight, “Oh, I like this!” followed by an ‘ooomph’ of exhalation as I land on top of him.
His hands automatically lift above his head as if he is restrained, and he is somehow immediately melting into the bed, his surrender making his eyes glaze even as they lock onto mine. He reaches for me with his mouth, his naked body pushing up towards the weight of me on top of him, his cock hard and straining against my thigh.
My mouth smashes into him and my teeth clash against his, we both wince and I hold his head still while I try and climb into his open mouth, I feel him trying to open up for me and I am grabbing at his flesh and finally get into some awkward position where I can dig my fingernails into his nipples and make his body arch up off the bed and make him utter some sound that I have heard before and have never heard before as I try to rip his skin off his bones.