“Shut up, Dutch,” she mumbled in reply.
He grinned in her hair.
She settled her ass further into his groin.
“Best quitdoin’ that, darlin’, oryou’regonnatake my cock again,” he warned.
“I cannot believe I’m going to say this, but you’re amachine.I cannot take anymore.I need at least…” she gave it a beat, two, thendecided, “half an hour to recover.”
Dutch started chuckling.
“How many positions did you do me in that last time?”sheasked.
“Just so you know, youwearin’that dress and dinner lasting two fucking hours because you were eating sogoddamned slow, I had plenty of time to think about all the ways I wanted tofuck you.”
“Did you have to do them all in one night?”
“Yeah.You complaining?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so,” he murmured.
“Do you want a rundown of my favorites?”
“Favorite what?”
“Positions?”
He was surprised she had favorites.
And intrigued.
“You got favorites?”
“Right now, at the top is you fucking me into the bed on mystomach, which, as you know, was the end of the last session.I will note,however, and importantly, that I reserve the right to change that opinionconsidering the list rearranges itself depending on how you’re doing me.”
He was chuckling again when he said, “So noted.”
“Do you have favorites?”
“Drillin’ into you leapfrog whileI got two handfuls of your ass when you’re down up front, but on your knees.Sittin’ up with youbouncin’ onmy lap, your tits in my face.Watchin’ you take itwith your ankles on my shoulders.You on your side with your leg wrapped aroundmy hip so I can get serious leverage and still look you in the eye.When—”
She cut him off to remark, “So essentially every way youfucked me is your favorite.”
“Yup.”
“Leapfrog?”
“Yup.”
“There’s an actual name for that position, or did you justmake that up?”
“You told me today you like to do research, but now I seeyou clearly haven’t been doing the right kind.”
She started laughing softly, drowsily.
Dutch could stay up all night and banter with her aboutanything, especially fucking her, until she’d recovered enough for them to doit again.
