I don’t think I’m supposed to like both, and I wait to be told off.
Briana just smiles up at me. “That was fantastic.”
“It was?” I slowly maneuver myself down beside her. I stroke the hair off her face as she nods. When she doesn’t protest, I tease my hand lower, past the furry white hem of her red velvet dress, fingers slipping into her gaping pussy, stirring my cum deeper inside of her.
“There’s so much,” she whispers, but her eyes are shining. Cheeks are flushed.
“Is that good or bad?” I ask.
“It seems to make a good lube,” she moans as two of my fingers spread inside of her, and a third joins in.
“Could I fuck you like this? With my hand?”
“You know I came, right?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to come again?” her voice challenges me.
I frown. “Well, not if you’re sore or you want to get cleaned up.”
“No, no! It’s just that... Well, a lot of guys are done when they’re done. And the good ones are done when you’re both done.”
“Ah, but the best ones are only done when you’ve had as many as you can stand. There’s a lot to explore here. I’ve never been with a human woman. You’re so tiny. And yet you take so much.”
“Mmm,” Briana moans, and the thin straps slide from her shoulders, then down to her waist, showing off her delicious, perfect breasts.
“Play with those,” I whisper, still not used to having someone to tell my wants to, not used to talking much at all.
“Okay.” Briana nods, breathlessly, and her fingers immediately go to her nipples, gently rolling and squeezing the hard peaks until they’re even harder, all crinkly and swollen. Begging to be sucked.
My fingers delve deeper and stroke harder, sloshing sounds coming from where I fuck her in a puddle of my cum.
“You’re so good at this,” she praises, and I swell inside.
Okay, and outside, too.
“I am? I don’t... I’m not clever about all this. I just wanted to make you feel good. Wanted to explore you. Liked the idea of you full of me,” I confess my guilty secret.
Some piece of me still waits for her to laugh. Tell me I’m doing it wrong.
“I want to explore you, too. You know I’ve never even seen a centaur before. So if I wasn’t in the right position, or I was clumsy...”
“You were perfect.”
“So were you.”
I grin and feel something inside of me let go. Relax. Hope wins, but it brings reinforcements. Happiness. I make a joke, “I don’t know how the hell a chocolate orange is going to compete with this,” I whisper.
“I mean... We could melt it down and lick it off of each other?”
“Fuck, I love you,” I say, and grab her up to kiss her.
Chapter Seven: All I Want For Christmas
He said he loves me.
It was during sex or, well, just after, so does that count?
