“Well yes, sexually. But I’m not going to abuse you like that. I mean, it’s great to not feel the aches of my old injuries, but I’m not going to demand your cum every day if you’re not in the mood. This is a mutual thing, and the desire has to go both ways.”
“Silly Kitty,” he says with a chuckle. “You think I would ever refuse your mouth?”
Heat swells in my cheeks and I can’t contain my smile. “Well, don’t assume my mouth is always in the mood, either.”
“I would never.”
He cups my chin and runs his thumb along my bottom lip. The sensation brings back all the memories of…yesterday? I have no idea what time it is.
“Is it tomorrow morning?” I ask.
“It’s today morning, actually,” he says.
I grumble. “You know what I mean.”
My phone is plugged into an outlet on the far side of the room. I push the blanket back and walk to it, noticing I’m not in my clothes from yesterday, but my sleepwear.
“Did you change my clothes?” I ask, shame niggling the back of my mind at the idea of him seeing me fully exposed.
“No, you did.”
“When?”
“Just beforeyou crawled into bed. You were exhausted, in and out of consciousness. I’m not surprised you don’t recall.”
That’s alarming. Dragon cum makes me blackout drunk apparently.
I grab my phone. It’s only five, but I feel refreshed. I guess sleeping twelve hours will do that…
“Did anything else happen?” I ask.
“How do you mean?”
“Did I…say anything?”
He hesitates before replying, “Not really.”
“Notreally?”
“You mumbled a few things here and there.”
“Like?” I ask, my anxiety spiking. I know how I get with tequila, and it’s not good. If this stupor was anything like that, who knows what I could’ve said to him.
“Mostly gratitude for the bed, and the shop,” he says with a shrug and I know he’s holding back.
“Bastian. What did I say?”
He strokes down Oscar’s back and looks at me with a smirk. “You said you wanted to suck my dick every day for the rest of your life, and that I tasted like caramel.”
Salted caramel.
God, I remember the flavor so distinctly. It was delicious.
“And that’s all?” I ask.
ABOOMrocks the apartment and a blinding light spears through the shuttered window. I scream and Oscar leaps from the bed with a hiss of his own. Bastian is on his feet in a blink, reachingout for me. I go to his side, and we wait, holding our breath for another event to occur.
But nothing does.
