"Babe," Justin laid in bed next to me, staring up at the ceiling as I sat up, scrolling through my phone. I hummed in response. "Can we talk?" He scratched his chest as he glanced over at me.
"Of course, what's up?" I locked my phone and looked down at him, giving him my full attention.
"Are you..satisfied?" He hesitated, he tapped his finger on his bare stomach.
"With what?" I moved my hand to his hair, running it through his soft locks. His eyes shuddered as he felt my fingers.
"You know, the sex." He bit down on his bottom lip. I was taken back at his questioning.
"Why is that even a question?" I chuckled. "Of course I'm satisfied, Justin." I reassured him, he didn't look convinced however.
"I get that you're satisfied, but I want you to be satisfied." He sat up. "I want you to be shaking after we're done, I want you to enjoy it so much you crave it, I want you to ache for it." He breathed out and looked over at me.
"Jay, I am more than satisfied. Don't worry yourself about it." I giggled at his overreacting.
"No, I want to please you the best I can, I want to make you need it. Tell me what gets you going." He sat back and leaned his head against the headboard as he watched me.
"We're not doing this now." I chuckled at him, picking my phone back up, only to have him take it out of my grasp. "Justin." I whined childishly.
"Nope, we're doing this now." He put it down on the bedside table. "I know you like it when I run my nails along your thighs when you're about to cum, I know you like when I kiss your neck, I know you love when I grab your boobs. I need to know what else you like." He insisted towards me.
"I don't know right now, Justin." I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Okay, let's look at what we both like. How about we look at sex overall?" He shuffled and repositione himself.
"Uh, okay." I spoke, not really getting into the conversation like he was.
"How about we try new things? Handcuffs, they do anything for you?" He began a series of questions.
I shrugged. "Never actually tried it, but I wouldn't mind it." He seemed excited by this, making me laugh. "I'm guessing you're down for it?"
"Oh, definitely; just the thought of you restricted and unable to use your hands is enough to drive me insane." A groan emitted his throat.
"Wait, who says I'm the one who wears them?" I leaned back to look at him, he raised an eyebrow at me, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You want me to wear them? That's not how it goes, I'm in charge and you have to wear them." He insisted, making me laugh and shake my head.
"Nuh-Uh, you can wear them too." I grinned.
"Alright, fine, whatever." He rolled his eyes at me. "What about spanking?" He involuntarily took his lip in between his teeth. "We've only really tried it that one time and I don't know if you liked it."
"I, uh, I liked it." I stuttered, visions from the steamy night coming back into my mind.
"Oh, you loved it." He smirked wickedly at me. "Okay, spanking is a must." He chuckled. "What about toys and stuff?"
"Like what?" I asked innocently, knowing the mischievous grin was going to reappear onto his face at any moment.
He shrugged. "Vibrators and stuff." He kept a straight face but a goofy smile edged at the corner of his lips.
"Sure." I shrugged, glancing at my phone that sat next to him.
"This is gonna be good, babe, I promise. I'm gonna rock your world." He chuckled and grinned up at me before leaning up and kissing my lips with force behind it.
