Mai Tai'd Up
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An indeterminate time later . . .
“I want to tell you something,” I said.
“Is it a list of all the things you’ve been thinking of doing to me for the last eleven weeks?”
“Um, no.”
“Oh.”
“Wait, do you have a list?”
“Oh, I’ve got a list.” He laughed, moving his hands down to my bottom, grabbing a handful and squeezing. Which made me squeeze some other parts that might still be wrapping around some of his parts, and oh my. He groaned, his breath warming the hollow of my throat, his teeth nipping lightly now at the tops of my breasts.
“Hey, I wanted to tell you something!” I protested, sitting up a little. Which was not a smart thing to do, because as soon as my breasts were on full view again, his eyes widened. And something else hardened further. My eyes crossed a little bit. He was still inside me, you see. And oh, my.
“Tell me whatever you want; just keep bouncing on my dick like that.” He sighed, thrusting up ever so slightly.
“I love you,” I said simply. Watching his face.
He froze. Midthrust. Such control. “I really wish I hadn’t said something as crass as ‘keep bouncing on my dick’ right before you said that.”
“Well, if you had known what I was going to say, what would you have said?” I asked, nervously chewing at my bottom lip.
A slow smile began to spread across his face. “I love you first.”
I shook my head. “You love me second. I said it first.”
“But you just gave me a time travel option. In which case I would have said it first, instead of the dick bouncing.”
“Yes, but I technically said it first.”
“What if I told you that when I said ‘keep bouncing on my dick,’ it was really code for ‘I love you?’”
I grinned. “If that’s the case, then you’re gonna love what ‘let me sit on your face’ is really code for.”
“Jesus Christ, Chloe.”
“Ring a ding ding.” I laughed.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he told me.
So I bounced, right into my own happy ending.
“I want to tell you something,” I said.
“Is it a list of all the things you’ve been thinking of doing to me for the last eleven weeks?”
“Um, no.”
“Oh.”
“Wait, do you have a list?”
“Oh, I’ve got a list.” He laughed, moving his hands down to my bottom, grabbing a handful and squeezing. Which made me squeeze some other parts that might still be wrapping around some of his parts, and oh my. He groaned, his breath warming the hollow of my throat, his teeth nipping lightly now at the tops of my breasts.
“Hey, I wanted to tell you something!” I protested, sitting up a little. Which was not a smart thing to do, because as soon as my breasts were on full view again, his eyes widened. And something else hardened further. My eyes crossed a little bit. He was still inside me, you see. And oh, my.
“Tell me whatever you want; just keep bouncing on my dick like that.” He sighed, thrusting up ever so slightly.
“I love you,” I said simply. Watching his face.
He froze. Midthrust. Such control. “I really wish I hadn’t said something as crass as ‘keep bouncing on my dick’ right before you said that.”
“Well, if you had known what I was going to say, what would you have said?” I asked, nervously chewing at my bottom lip.
A slow smile began to spread across his face. “I love you first.”
I shook my head. “You love me second. I said it first.”
“But you just gave me a time travel option. In which case I would have said it first, instead of the dick bouncing.”
“Yes, but I technically said it first.”
“What if I told you that when I said ‘keep bouncing on my dick,’ it was really code for ‘I love you?’”
I grinned. “If that’s the case, then you’re gonna love what ‘let me sit on your face’ is really code for.”
“Jesus Christ, Chloe.”
“Ring a ding ding.” I laughed.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he told me.
So I bounced, right into my own happy ending.
