“Thank you.” I grunted face down in the seat. Putting my hands to the seat I began to push up, realizing that my belly was resting over his knees and my feet and knees were nearly on the floor.
I’d ended up twisted sideways over him.
As I rose, he dropped his forearms along my shoulders and hips and flattened me back over his lap.
“Bodin!” I objected.
“You look rather lovely, right where you are.” He caressed a loving hand over where my skirt molded my a*s.
Then he leaned over to catch the hem of my skirt. Slowly dragging it up my legs, revealing the expanse of pale skin appreciatively. Once he straightened, he tossed my skirt up around my waist, dragging it up from beneath me.
“Bodin!” I tried to lurch up again.
He swatted my bare a*s.
“Stay right where you are, Belle.” There was
