“Like what?”
“Stuff that makes me think…never mind. Hey, stop frowning.” She rubbed away my creased eyebrows in the way she was so fond of doing.
“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change.”
She waved my words away. She seemed conflicted. “Hey do you, uh, want me to… I mean, it’s your turn.” She gestured to my very demanding and very hard cock still tucked safely away in my jeans.
“I’m perfect.” I genuinely felt more satisfaction in being responsible for her pleasure than I could have possibly gained any other way. I was a king.
She frowned now and sat up. “Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll just get going.”
She made to slide out of the bed covering her perfect breasts. Breasts, in hindsight, that I did not spend near enough time with. I grabbed her hand and tugged her back toward the bed. “Where do you have to be?”
Her hair had loosened from the braid and now the dark waves fell over her smooth skin. She tucked strands behind her ear.
“I figured you wanted to be alone now. Since we…um. Since we’re all wrapped up here.”
“I don’t want you to go. Do you want to go?”
“No.” She answered immediately. When she spoke honestly my man-pride swelled. “So, then I’ll just get back in bed then.” She looked uncomfortable, like she didn’t know what to do with her hands.
I knew what to do with her hands. I placed one above our heads and held it as I traced over her skin. Now that I had access to her, I probably wouldn’t ever be able to stop touching her.
“Much better.” I pulled her close to spoon her and inhaled her neck. She always smelled so amazing. Even after she’d worked out. Especially so. It defied logic.
“Thank you,” she said over her shoulder. “For that. That was…unexpected. But so good. I’ve never…I’m going to stop talking.”
“You never what?”
She flushed, even from behind her, I could tell. “I’ve never come that way.”
If I thought my man-pride was inflated before, holy shit, I wasn’t going to be able to leave the room at this rate. My head wasn’t going to fit through the door.
“Really?” I wondered if this was something she told all men. And then I swore at myself for thinking that way. Suzie was many things, but she was honest to a fault.
“Yeah. I mean some guys have tried.” She hid her head in the pillow. “Oh my God, this is awkward. I mean, they tried but they sort of mashed…and there were teeth, and I never relaxed enough. I’ll just say I get what all the fuss is about now.”
I kissed her exposed shoulder and my dick grew angrier with me every second that went by. It was important to do this for her. To show her that men can give without taking too. I mean. I loved tasting her and bringing her to climax and yes, I would have loved to slide into her very wet…
I cleared my throat. “You’re welcome.”
With my arm that lay on top of her, she laced our fingers and kissed my knuckles.
“You should not talk more often. It suits you.” She grinned mischievously.
I huffed a laugh into her neck.
“I’m just saying if ever you’re like ‘hmm what should I say?’ Just don’t. Just go ahead and ravage me instead.”
I growled and rolled her onto her back. I nuzzled her breasts. “That is a very good plan.”
“Everybody wins.” She gasped as I sucked her nipple into my mouth.
Turned out those breasts needed my attention now. They practically begged for it. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about touching you like this.” I was talking to her breasts, but I also talked to her. I was drunk on her. I had no filter.
“So why didn’t you?”
“It’s hard to let go, when I’ve held on this long.”
