Fuckme.
I’m about to be late to the first pracky of the season.
With no regrets.
Which is pretty on note for me.
“Continuing,” Gilly informs post spitting out her mouth’s contents, “education.” She begins rinsing the brush to do her round of follow-up cleaning. “Keeping my license requires me to take courses every couple of years on relevant subjects such as pain management.”
My thumbs gently caress the curve of her ass. “Is that what you’re takin’ today?”
“Infection control.”
Despite the disgusting response, my dick doesn’t rush for the bench.
It can’t.
Won’t.
Not when her hips are thoughtlessly pushing back into my teasing touches.
Begging for my cock to skate across the increasingly slippery territory.
“I’ve also gotta pick up your new vitamin recommendations from The Concession Stand-”
“Will you do me a solid and grab Bronny a gen multi-v? I get the vibe his system’s probably a bit out of tune. Grams has never been big into makin’ us eat ‘rabbit feed’.”
“I’ll add it to the list.”
A kiss of gratitude is gifted to her cheek. “Thank you.”
“I’ll go thereaftermy doctor’s appointment,” pausing in her speech is not met by pausing in my caresses, “for my birth control shot.”
Do I love that she’s taken precautions in the past?
Of course.
Do I want her to stop now?
For me?
Hell yeah.
But her body…her choice.
It’s just a choice I wouldn’t mind her changing for us to start a family.
Well.
Extendit.
Us raising my little brother together kinda already qualifies us in that department.
The building sex haze momentarily lifts long enough for me to curiously ask, “You want more kids someday?”
Post finishing her fresh brush, she temporarily refrains from returning the tool to the coffee themed holder she randomly grabbed us last week while we were out buying room stuff for the aforementioned teen. “Implying that Bronny’s ours now?”
“Accordin’ to the guardianship papers we signed he is.”
