“Come for me, love.”
He thrusts a few more times and my orgasm unleashes inside of me, making my eyes snap shut and my lungs stop breathing. I’m immobile, paralyzed, as wave after wave after wave crashes around me.
“Goddamn, your pussy is clenching and pulsing so hard.”
I don’t think he’s talking to me, rather making a general statement. I hope, because I can’t talk. Words are no longer coming out of my mouth. It’s like a dragon puffing out smoke because they have lost their fire breath. That’s me. I’m that dragon.
He makes a few more thrusts, then presses in hard and deep and explodes so hard and so fast inside of me I can feel it. His release is all over his cock, as he slides a few more times, making it a sopping wet mess. He kisses the back of my neck and pulls out. Like pulling the plug out of the ocean, our combined release oozes out of my pussy and slides down my leg.
“Where are your so-called ninja skills now?” he taunts, referring to the time when they surprised me at Easter.
“I’ll have you know I’m an excellent post sex ninja.” I look down at the glob sliding down my leg. “Obviously, not tonight. It’s not my best work, but to be honest. I’m fucking tired.”
“You like to fall asleep right after sex, you know that?”
“Usually it’s four on one and you guys tire me out. But tonight!” I hold up my finger in the air. “I was asleep when you got home.”
“Sounds like excuses.” He whips a kitchen towel at me and I stare at it. “It’s clean. I just switched them out this afternoon.”
I glare at him, and he chuckles. “Scouts honor. I’d never do anything to that pussy of yours. I love it too much.”
His eyes catch mine, like he’s said something he shouldn’t have. Still so guarded.
“Well, she thanks you. She loves you, too.”
Is that what we were going to do? Was I going to be a little bitch and hide behind my pussy? Oh, my pussy loves you. Oh, my pussy wants your cock. Oh, my pussy wants to talk to you. Should I just add her to my cell phone plan and check to see if the number 697-8779 is available for ‘MY PUSSY’. I was being a pussy, that was for sure.
He helps me up, grabbing my face in his hands and slowly brings his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly. “Let’s go get you cleaned off. Callum’s going to be pissed if you leave come-splats all over the floor.”
“Sounds like a food. Come splat.”
“You mean Kumquats?”
“I like come splats better. Maybe we could put it in the fruit bowl with the oranges.”
“Speaking of.” He picks up the fruit and quickly tosses it back into the bowl and sets it on the table. “What was with throwing the bowl at me?”
I scrunch my face.
He laughs and plants a quick kiss on the tip of my nose before scooping me up in his arms. Even though I’m exhausted and I don’t think my body could literally have another orgasm, the feel of his warm skin on mine causes my pussy to tingle. Oh look. My pussy wants to go again.
“My hero.”
“Shut up.” He shakes his head back and forth.
A few minutes later, we’re in his shower and he’s washing my hair and rinsing me off. He slides the hair off my neck, then leans in closer, to the point I think he’s going to kiss my neck, but he doesn’t.
Even my nipples harden at the thought.
“Looks like you’re going to have a mark.”
“You think? You fucking bit and sucked me like you’re a werewolf marking your mate.”
“Maybe you are in some ways.”
My stomach tightens with his words as my eyes catch his and again, it looks like the words are on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t say them. Should I? If I did, would it make it easier for him? Is he scared to say it because he doesn’t think he’ll hear it back?
He sighs and reaches around me to grab a loofa. I step forward, closing the gap between us, and look at his neck. “Samesies.”
