He’d flipped our positions somehow, and I bounced on the thousand-dollar springs of the bed. He’d folded me neatly in half, knees touching either side of my head, pussy exposed to his gaze with only a lace strip of red and hose preventing me from being fully naked. Jévon put his whole weight on my legs, looming over me enough that I lost details of his face in the shadow of him.

All except those odd bright aqua eyes.

“Hold them,” he ...