Shit. I kind of had. Just the night before, I’d been hoping someone would see us and take a picture, so everyone knew she was mine again. But I was really just going on my instincts at the moment. I wanted to kiss Kitty in public like a normal person could, so I did.
“Or are you using me to get more famous?” she went on.
“Oh God, Kitty, no. Never.” I turned her around to face me fully. “Kitty, I’m here because I love you and I want you to think about giving us a shot again. I could give a shit about being famous. I already get enough weird DMs. I just want to love you and play hockey. Whatever else comes along with that is what it is.”
Kitty’s brow furrowed, but she nodded. She picked at the skin next to her thumbnail, something she did when she was anxious. I drew her hand to my mouth and kissed the broken skin on her thumb. She smiled a little.
“You still do that thing,” I said.
“Only when I’m stressed.”
“I don’t want to stress you out. I want to make you happy.”
Kitty’s eyes shined as she looked at me. “You do.”
“Then let’s be happy together.” She leveled me with a look. “For this weekend. Let’s be happy together for this weekend, and then we’ll see.”
“Then we’ll see,” she repeated.
“Can I have some more of you right now?” I asked and she responded with my favorite of her devious grins.
Kitty drew my mouth to hers. I pulled her close to me, wrapping her legs around my back as I settled her onto my lap. We stayed like that for a while, just kissing and feeling each other. My fingers explored the muscles around Kitty’s shoulders, a new addition.
“Do you work out now or something?” I asked with a kiss to her neck.
She laughed. “Yes. I finally stopped being a floppy theater nerd. My back hurt all the time and apparently I just had weak muscles. Now I walk and lift.”
I chuckled. “I never thought I’d see the day Kitty Bird becomes a meathead.”
“You wish,” she teased. “You’ll always be the meathead in this relationship.”
My palm landed on her ass with a smack. “I’ll show you who’s a meathead. Hands and knees, woman.”
“Oooh, okay,” Kitty said with a shiver and a grin. I dragged her to the edge of the bed as she set up. Her ass was on display for me, her pussy glistening with her wet. Time to shake things up a little bit.
“Legs wider,” I cooed. “I need room.”
“You’re notthathuge, Stelle,” she joked, but did as I asked. I slapped her butt again, massaging the cheeks in my palms.
“You remember our word?” I asked.
“Peaches.”
“Good girl. Don’t be afraid to use it, Birdy. I want you to feel good.”
“Bring it on.”
Lowering my face, I dragged my tongue from the top of her slit to her entrance. Kitty let out a long sigh. But I didn’t stop there. Kitty gasped as my tongue continued its journey past her pussy right to her tight little asshole.
“Oh my God, Guy,” she whimpered. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Is it okay for you?”
“Yes, oh God,” she moaned. I continued and moved a finger through her slit as I worked. She might have been the wettest I’d ever felt her. Kitty was definitely liking it. I skimmed over her clit and she cried out, loud. “God, Guy, right there. Do it again.”
My tongue stroked her puckered hole as I pressed her clit again. Kitty absolutely screamed.
“Ready for my cock?”
