And I don’t care.
This? Being buried deep inside Laney, the tendons in her slender neck straining as she presses her pussy down on my hips while she rides out the waves of her own orgasm, and knowing thatI did this, that she wantedme?
Take my toes.
Take my fingers.
Take all of me but my heart and my dick and whatever parts she wants.
I don’t need it anymore.
All I need is whatever she wants.
She collapses on top of me with a soft moan, her breath tickling my neck as the last of my own climax finally fades on a string of small spasms.
I can’t catch my breath.
Don’t care.
Just care that I’m wrapping my arms around her while she gasps for breath too.
“Oh my god,” she whispers.
“Not the safe word,” I murmur back.
She giggles.
Sucks in another big breath and giggles again.
It makes her pussy tighten around my overly sensitive cock, and for a second, I swear to god it’s gonna kill me.
Forget worrying about tomorrow. I won’t last that long. I’m gonna die right here, right now, by her pussy squeezing my dick.
I should ask her to take care of my kittens when I’m gone.
“Do you do shower sex?” she asks.
“I’m a fucking god in the shower.”
That was seventy percent my dick thinking he can be a superhero and thirty percent the rest of me.
Because the rest of me is pretty sure I’ll never move again.
My arms are already sliding off of Laney’s back.
They’re noodles. Limp spaghetti noodles.
Probably should’ve had one of those tacos.
But it doesn’t matter because Laney’s giggling again.
She sounds so young. So carefree. So fuckingperfect.
But the good kind of perfect.
Thehappykind of perfect.
“Can we try that tomorrow?” she whispers.
