“Fuck, Kel…” She pressed that spot again, and I saw stars. “I’m gonna…” I started but didn’t finish. Well, not with words anyway. I came harder than I’d ever come before. White spots blinded me as Kellie drank every last drop I had to offer.
Sitting up, her pointed nipples strained against the fabric of my shirt. As drained as I was, I didn’t want to let an opportunity like that go to waste, but when I reached for her, she batted my hands away.
“What?” I asked.
“This morning was about you,” Kellie told me pointedly as she tried to gather up her wild hair.
Even with her hair a mess, probably my fault from the way I’d fisted it as I held on for dear life, her lips swollen and shiny, and her eyes watery, she was beautiful and stole my breath.
“Kellie…”
“Nope.”
“You’re telling me no?”
“Yep.”
“Wait! What? I’m confused. Are you saying yes, I can fuck you or I can’t?” I tried to clarify. Waking up with Kellie’s lips wrapped around my cock had fried my brain cells, and I was struggling to keep up.
“Nope. No sex this morning.”
“No sex?”
“No sex, but we can snuggle,” Kellie offered as if I could turn that down.
“Fine,” I grumbled. “Come here then.”
Opening my arms, Kellie snuggled against me, her boobs cushioning my arm as she tangled her legs with mine. As soon as she was close enough, I turned my head and kissed her.
“What brought that on?” I asked, curiously needing to know what I’d done to have life almost literally sucked out of me.
“Just felt like it.” Kellie shrugged, burrowing in even closer.
“Well, any time you ‘just feel like it,’ me and my dick are at your service,” I told her, kissing her forehead.
We laid there for a long time, tangled in each other enjoying a quiet morning. It was the perfect start to the day. A start I wouldn’t mind sharing with her every day. I needed that fucking house finished so I could move her in already.
While my head was whirling, wondering how I could bribe the contractor to hurry up and get it built so I could get my family, my world, moved in already, Kellie had her own thoughts.
“Jake?”
“Yeah, Marshmallow?”
“C-can I ask you something?” she asked meekly.
My spine went ramrod straight, and every muscle in my body tensed.
“You can ask me anything,” I choked out.
“Before…” Kellie started then stopped. When she tried to pull away, I tightened my grip on her. Whatever it was that was playing on her mind, she was going to have to spit it out while wrapped in my arms. That’s just the way it was.
“Before what?” I encouraged, faking patience.
“Ugh,” Kellie groaned and pulled the blankets up over her head.
Yanking them back down, I looked at her pink cheeks. “Stop hiding from me, Marshmallow. You can ask me anything you want.”
“I don't know if I can,” she whined.
