“This rug has seen some things,” I say with a soft chuckle, humming my approval as his big hands travel over my body. He tugs at my waist and I rock my hips a little as I lift my hand to admire my ring. It looks dainty on my finger in a way that I enjoy, and I smile dreamily as I grind my hips down against his a little more purposefully.

“When did you buy this ring?” I ask him, looking back at him and lowering my hand to rest it against his chest, framing his nipple between my ring bud pinky fingers.