“What is that? Candy?”
“You don’t know who Gumby is?!” Outrage precedes a kiss being pressed against my neck. “How do you not know who Gumby is?!”
An innocent shrug is all he’s given.
“He was a childhood hero almost more important than Kirk, Spock, Batman, and Nightwing.”
“So, he was a superhero?”
“He was a symbol,” the male now brushing his mouth against my collarbone informs.
“Like Prince?”
“Prince changed his nametoa symbol.” My arms are gently pinned above my head. “Huge difference.”
“Something definitely is,” I playfully poke on a rocking of my hips.
Redness coats his cheeks, showing me a sight I would love to see every morning.
And night.
And really anytime of the day possible.
He’s extra cute when he’s blushing.
I get why Bryn enjoys doing it.
I also love that I’m the only one who gets to kiss it away.
“You know what else is huge?” He teasingly challenges as his fingers languorously slide down the length of my arms to feather the tops of my tits. “My toy collection.”
There’s no stopping my head from tilting to one side. “Why do I feel like it’s not the type that requires special cleaning?”
“Technically they do,” chortles J.T. prior to winding his mouth around one of my nipples for a small suck. “Classic toys are no different than classic cars.” He steals a taste from the opposite side. “They’re expensive to acquire and expensive to keep.”
Moaning fuses itself into my question, “What is something you never expected to add to your collection?”
“My vintage She-Ra: Princess of Power.” His tongue’s attention begins to lower. “She was one of the first ever soldwiththe receipts to prove it.”
“Wow,” breathlessly escapes from both being impressed and turned on.
“I’ve spent a lot of my adult years collecting shit I couldn’t afford as a kid.” Our stares drift to meet one another’s. “Eatingthings, I could’ve never afforded to even look at it.”
The subject of food causes me to unconsciously shift underneath him.
Nervously clutch at the fabric of the pillow near my fingertips.
“Doing things, I swore were only possible if we won the lottery.”
Soft snickers from me shift his mouth back to my skin.
Precede him dropping a peck on top of a random mole.
Presenting another with similar praise two seconds later.
We have yet to leave the room since we got here yesterday.
Rather than attending any of the other activities that were available, we’ve spent the last twenty-four hours banging, eating room service, binging oldStar Trekmovies, and arguing about the best characters until we’re wound up all over again for more banging.
