Blake smiles, tracing my cheekbone with their finger before they kiss the tip of my nose. “Te amo, mi alma.”
“Bambi,” I murmur, melting into a giddy mess, even though their accent is trash. “Don’t tell me you’re learning Spanish.”
Blake blushes at whatever they see in my expression. Considering I’m a flustered mess and already half-hard, they should be blushing. “Allie gave me some ideas for nicknames. Because Bambi can be so hot the way you say it, and Bud is incredibly unsexy, and I wanted a sexy nickname for you.”
“You already have something hot to call me.” My hand traces down their spine to the full ass I can never stop thinking about. I pull Blake’s hips against me, so they can feel how much I’m enjoying this conversation. Blake’s lips part in a gasp, and they curl around me. “Say ‘Dámelo.’”
“Dámelo?” Blake wrinkles their nose. “I’ve never called you that.”
I snort. “No, it’s not a nickname. That’s what you’re going to say when you beg me to fuck you.” I slide my hand down the front of their boxers, and as I expected, their hole is already soaking wet for me. “Poor Bambi, were you a needy mess all night?”
“You know I was, asshole.” Blake rocks against my hand, trying to get me to touch their clit, but I sink my fingers into them instead. Eyes closing with a contented sigh, Blake goes limp in my arms. “You promised me orgasms, and we’ve been home forever, but I still haven’t come once.”
“I’ll make up for it now, Bambi, I promise.” I kiss them softly, but Blake’s mouth is demanding, needy. As I flex my fingers deeper into them, they whimper around my tongue. “I owe you six, right? You’ll get them all, you needy little slut, and more, as many as you can handle.” I kiss them again as Blake shoves their joggers and boxers down their hips to give me more room. “What do you say when you want me to fuck you, Bambi?”
“Dámelo?” they reply, hesitantly.
“Dámelo who?” I prompt.
Blake frowns, pausing in their wiggling as they attempt to pull my dress over my hips. “Dámelo…Bud?”
There’s no stopping the laugh that bursts out of me. Not even Blake’s scoff of annoyance and push away from me that almost has them falling off the couch.
“Stop laughing at me!” Blake grumbles when I use the fingers inside them to roll them onto their stomach. Despite their annoyance, they shove a pillow under their hips and spread their thick thighs as far apart as they can with their joggers around their knees. I would sleep every night with my head cushioned on those pillows, if Blake let me. Soft and silky and plush, marred only by a few marks I’ve left over the past few days.
I press a kiss to one of those marks now, the perfect outline of my teeth on their ass cheek. “I’m not laughing at you, Blake, I promise I’m not. I’m laughing at how fucking sweet you are,” I kiss the other cheek, “how unintentionally funny you are,” another kiss to the small of their back, “what a fucking nerd you are.”
With a smug smile, Blake looks back at me over their shoulder. “You’re laughing at me because youloveme?” They draw out the word, as if to tease me.
But I simply nod, kissing my way up their back. “Exactly. I’m laughing because I love you, so fucking much, Bambi.” Blake practically preens under me as I hike up my dress, pulling my own drawers down. “Now try that again, but say mynamethis time, the way I like. Beg me to fuck you like the good little toy you are.”
Blake wrinkles their nose, as if annoyed at themself for not realizing what I’ve been asking for the first time. “Dámelo,Eris.”
I line myself up with their hole. “Say please.”
“Dámelo, Eris,” Blake smirks over their shoulder. “Por favor.”
“Bueno, mi Bambi,” I manage to say as I sink into them. Fucking Blake is the best high. Everything quiets between us, in my mind, in my heart. Anytime we’re this close, everything feels easy. Blissful and relaxed under me, Blake gasps and moansand whimpers with each thrust. “Bueno, mi amor, mi vida, mi caracolito,” I murmur as I fuck them, giving them as many nicknames as they might want, if they’re so eager to try more out. So long as I’m their Eris and they’re my Bambi.
As always, I am astounded and honored when Blake comes with a muffled shout into the blanket we’re laying on, simply from me fucking them slowly. A surge of wetness soaks my thighs, and Dream isnevergetting this dress back. I have to fight to keep from coming along with them as Blake clenches around me, their orgasm making them shudder and moan underneath me. What the fuck did I do to deserve this? Like everything between us, this seems too easy to be real, but I appreciate each moment with Blake. How we’re perfectly aligned, even with all our rough edges.
“What does that last one mean?” Blake asks when they can breathe again. I pull out, to give them a chance to come down before their next orgasm. “Cara, something? I recognized the rest, just not that one.”
“Caracolito?” I snort, pushing their tee up to pat the photorealistic tattoo on their lower back. So fucking weird, but utterly magnificent. Just like my Bambi. “Little snail.”
“Oh my god! Really? Snailito?” Blake wiggles away from me to roll onto their back. Perfect. I can kiss them when they’re coming this time. That goofy crooked grin lights up their face as they look up at me. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” I finish tugging their joggers off their legs. Strange how after dinner, hours being anxious as fuck that I was going to ruin this, how easy this confidence comes to me. This is when all of this is simplest, just Blake and I alone together. When everything makes so much sense that it’s laughable I would ever have doubts that we are perfect for each other. Hopefully, with enough time, patience, persistence…one day Imight feel this way all the time. Crawling over them, I press a lingering kiss to Blake’s lips. “You love me.”
