“I thought that was a no-go zone for oversized loads?”Her words, not mine.
She has let me through the forbidden gates with my fingers and tongue. But every time I’ve pressed myself against her puckered flower, she starts making this beeping sound until I back away like a truck going in reverse.It cracks me up every time.
“Normally, yes. But you’ve done so much for me today, I just wanted to give you something in return.” She blushes slightly and bites her lip while playing with the straw in her cup, not looking at me. “Plus, I watched this really hot porn the last time you were away where the guy fucked the girl really hard in the ass, and she seemed to love it. So it got me thinking that maybe I was missing out.” She shrugs and giggles when she looks up at my astounded expression.
What the hell? My girlfriend watches porn?
It’s then I notice Debbie standing by the booth behind us with a look that tells me she heard every single word. She doesn’t look bothered by the conversation, merely surprised. She walks over to our table and pats Emma on the shoulder in a motherly way.
“If it’s done properly, it’s quite enjoyable. Just make sure to use a lot of lube and take your time stretching her out,” she whispers, turning to me at the end, then walks away with a wink.
“Oh God. Kill me now.” I drop my head back down to the table over my arms.The last thing I needed was some sixty-year-old woman teaching me about anal sex.
We leave the diner shortly after and, as instructed, head to a drugstore to pick up everything we’ll need, as well as more snacks for our post-orgasm feast. A short drive later, we finally arrive at our hotel suite.
“Umm… Grey? Why is the shower beside the bed?” Em asks as I close the door with my back to the room.
I turn around and quickly understand what she means. A huge glass-enclosed walk-in rain shower sits literally three feet away from the bed.Well, that’s a strange setup…
I walk up behind Emma, circling her waist with my arms and resting my chin on her shoulder. “Think of it this way; if things turn messy, we won’t have far to go,” I whisper in her ear.
She gasps loudly and pushes me off. “I am not shitting myself! Why would you even say that?! I’ve been hyping myself up all day over this, and now you’re telling me I might toot?” I throw my head back and laugh at her choice of word.Who the hell even says toot?!“This isn’t funny, Greyson!”
“You’re right. I’m sorry, baby.” I clear my throat and take her into my arms, even though she protests by shoving against my chest very weakly. “It is something that can happen, but we’ll clean you up and prepare you as best as we can to avoid that scenario. But if ever it does, it’s really no big deal. You have nothing to worry or be embarrassed about.”
She looks at my chest and pouts. “That’s easy for you to say.”
“I promise it will be fine.” I drag my hands down to her thighs and lift her off the ground, placing them around my hips. “Now give me those pouty lips. I want to make out with my irresistibly gorgeous and inappropriate girlfriend before we hop in the shower. Then I’m gonna give you a nice massage to relax that exquisite body of yours before I brutalize it.”
She presses her lips against mine as she giggles. “You sure know how to charm a woman.”
I walk us over to the bed, dropping her down and falling above her. Her hand comes to my hair as she crashes her mouth back to mine.I love kissing this woman. I could kiss her for hours and never get enough.
My erection presses hard against her core as we both rock together. “Wolf,” she moans when I bring my lips down to her neck, licking, sucking, and nibbling the soft skin.
I move up, kissing her lips, then pull back slightly, looking into her vivid eyes that speak the truth.I know she feels this, too. I see it every time she looks at me. I want her to know exactly how I feel, I need her to know.
I cup the side of her face, gently caressing her cheek with my thumb. “Bunny.”
She doesn’t say anything, simply looks deep into my eyes. Waiting. I feel her pulse picking up beneath my fingers that rest along her neck, her heart beating faster against my chest.
“I lo—” I start, but I’m quickly interrupted by a loud ringer before I get to finish.
“Oh God, that’s Morgan!” She shoves me aside and jumps off the bed, running over to her purse to retrieve her phone. “Why would she be calling so late? It’s almost midnight! Something must be wrong.”Jesus, she wasn’t joking about the mother hen comment two days ago.
“I’m sure it’s nothing too serious.”
She ignores my comment and answers the video call quickly. “Morg? What’s wrong? Is Gracie okay?” She’s panicking now.
I come up behind her, looking down at the screen to find a smiling Morgan with a little girl who looks pretty exhausted in her arms.
“Everything is fine, you don’t need to worry. This little one is just having a hard time falling into a deep sleep. I thought maybe if she saw you guys for a few minutes, it would help settle her down.” Morgan angles the camera so that Gracie can see us better. “Look, princess. It’s Mommy and Daddy.”
Em’s body stiffens for a second at the name, and I notice her eyes slightly widening before she corrects herself. It’s not the first time someone has referred to Emma as Gracie’s mom,and I’m pretty sure Gracie has said “Mama” a few times already while crying and reaching up for her.
Bunny never corrects them, but she does always have that same reaction. It’s as if she wants to accept it but doesn’t know how I’ll feel about it. Like she’s afraid I might get mad if she accepts the title.
I think it’s time I let her know where I want her to stand in my daughter’s life. She deserves the title more than most.
