“Wow. That’s a talent.”
He propped one arm behind his head to look at me. “You never come with nothing touching you at all?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Never had a wet dream? Come in your sleep?”
“Okay, yeah. I’ve had those…”
“Same thing.” He kissed my thigh. “The mind’s a powerful tool.” He sighed. “Besides, these pants are tight.”
“They aren’t. They just feel that way because your cock is so big.”
He grinned.
“Does it still hurt?” I asked.
“Yeah. Humping your arm like a desperate puppy didn’t help.”
I groaned and kind of giggled.
“Kinda hurts more now that I’m not hard anymore…”
“Sorry.”Fuck me.Why did I have to catch his dick in his zipper? Really. Who does that?
“No worries,” he said softly. “It was worth it.”
We both lay in silence, just trying to catch our breath.
“Hey, Ashley,” I ventured. “Do you think… Could you stay over? You know… spoon me again?”
Silence.
He started to move, to sit up. And I was almost afraid to look at him, in case he was getting up to leave.
“Yeah,” he said, and I met his eyes. “Just let me clean up.”
Then he leaned over and kissed my breast. He kissed my neck and then my cheek, and then he headed into the bathroom.
* * *
When Ashley came back, he was naked. Completely naked. I’d turned out the lights, but I saw the outline of his gorgeous form in the near-dark.
He slid into the bed next to me. He drew the sheet over us and slipped his arm around my waist. Then he kissed the back of my neck.
Jesus, I wanted to kiss him all over.
I sighed. “Good night, Ashley.”
“Good night, Danica.”
“Thanks for staying over.”
“Thanks for being so fucking sexy.”
I smiled in the dark.
* * *
