He smiled and I traced his lips.
“I know I’m being a crass bastard,” he mumbled as he brought his hand up to cup my tit, his thumb and finger idly playing with my nipple. “I’m supposed to be wooing you, but mybrain is mush. If you want the nice talk, I’ll try to think of some. However, what I really want to do is corrupt you with my filthy words.”
“Do you…” I wasn’t sure how to ask this, but it seemed like something we should discuss. Especially if we were going to start having sex on the reg, which I was pretty sure was a foregone conclusion now.
“What?”
“Do you want me to talk dirty to you?”
He barked out a laugh that I could immediately tell was condescending, so I punched him as hard as I could on the shoulder, which really wasn’t that hard.
“Stop laughing at me. I could talk dirty if you wanted me to.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this. Hold on.”
He took a second to kick off his pants and boxer briefs, then he got back into bed. There was a throw blanket at the end of the bed that he tossed over us, including over our heads, so that we were in our own little bubble.
Pressed up against each other, I touched my toes against his shins, felt his still damp dick against my belly, his chest hair against my breasts. I was starting to realize I really liked sex, but I loved this part afterwards.
Cuddling. I’m pretty sure we were cuddling.
“Okay, we’re in the safe zone. Now talk dirty to me.”
“Well, let’s see,” I began. “You…are…big. Big and hard.”
“That’s hot,” he teased. We both knew it really wasn’t. “Keep it coming.”
“And…I want to lick you like…like…ice cream.”
“Fuck! Not ice cream,” he fake groaned.
“If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going back to my room.”
His expression changed then. He grew suddenly serious, his arms wrapped around me. “No, Flowers. You’re never going back to your room again.”
Yeah, I kind of figured that, anyway. Maybe I knew what I was doing when I decided not to wait for our date to seek him out. Now I didn’t have to wear that dress all night long.
“Fine. Then let me keep trying,” I told him.
“Yes. Please. Tell me more about the ice cream. What flavor am I?”
“You big jerk,” I muttered.
“Your big jerk,” he said.
Yeah, my big jerk.
FORTY-FOUR
GRANT
He didn’t like to think too much about the present. The future was actually easier for him.
Two Weeks Later
“How do you feel about Florida?”I asked Flowers.
We were laid out in my bed. I’d just fucked her into next Tuesday and she was still blissed out by multiple orgasms.
