“Oh my god. Oh my god. Cassie, do you know how manyI’m so sorry the phony sex we had wasn’t great for youletters I’ve drafted to you? How many texts I’ve started, apologizing for being terrible in bed, and then deleted? And you’re telling me you were coming all over the place the whole time?”
“Well, not thewholetime. I mean the first minute was pretty orgasm-free.”
“So every minute after that wasn’t? Cassie, we fucked for like an hour.”
“Oh my god, was it really an hour? No wonder I passed out.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You didnotpass out. Please say you didn’t.”
“It was only for a second. And in my defense, your cock is verythick, and you have this weird way of moving your hips, and then there were all the noises you kept making and the talking and the lifting. And also I’m pretty sure at some stage I started feeling what you were feeling,” she babbled, because it really felt at this point that she should list everything.
And thankfully, it seemed to help. She watched his expression cycle through irritation, and then bemusement, and then what was quite obviously a little bit of feeling pleased with himself. Before it landed on that last part. And then he snapped his fingers. “Sothat’swhy it felt like I was coming for half an hour,” he said, which she had to say was pretty awesome. Because now the subject was steering away from what a fool she was.
And into the fact that he was a bit of one too.
“Honestly I’m amazed you didn’t guess,” she said.
“Sometimes I think I maybe did. But then talked myself out of it.”
“Because it’s easier to believe I hated it.”
He had the decency to look sheepish. “Yeah,” he said. “Or at the very least hated all the things you just said you loved. I mean, god, I would never have known you were into the grabbing and the hips and the noises. They felt like super-weird instincts as I was doing them, in a way I now realize was probably just feeling what you actually wanted.”
“I definitely was. Especially when you kind of—” she started to say.
But he got there himself before she could. “Grabbed your ass.”
“Yeah, that was the one.”
“And then grunted that it felt juicy.”
He closed one eye when he said that last word.
Sort of half winced, like he was embarrassed to revisit it.
But that just made it sweeter to reassure him. “Also very, very good. Hell, it’s goodnow,” she said. And even better, she could do it without a lick of shame or worry. Because he just looked so pumped when she got the words out.
“Really? So you’re getting worked up over it, as wespeak?”
“Just a little bit. Or, you know, a lot.”
“So if I said that I want to slide my hands into those tiny shorts right now and get two handfuls of that ass, and then haul you up into my arms, and grind you against my cock until we both come our brains out, you’d actually genuinely like that,” he said, but she suspected he knew the answer before she even spoke.
It felt like her whole body lit up like a Christmas tree the second he said slide my hands. So there was no sense denying it. She didn’thaveto deny it. He felt the same as her: that fucking her had felt so good he wanted a second round. And maybe a third and a fourth and a fifth, if his expression was anything to go by when she said: “Both the saying of it and the idea you actually might, yeah.”
Though he double-checked after she had.
“And that’s just all your own real feelings,” he said.
So then she had to fudge a little bit. She had to change theyes I feel that way about youto something more about the great sex and her perfectly reasonable reaction to that. But the main thing was: she got there. “Well, I mean, understandably so, considering your super-long tongue.”
“Oh my god, I thought you thought that was gross. I almost stopped.”
“But you’re not gonna stop now, though, right?”
He laughed, and looked away. Then he looked back, and his expression was different. Feral, she thought the word for it was. Hungry.
“Not until youbegme to.”
