Page 22 of Are You Gonna Run?
I catch her in another heated kiss as she slides onto the floor, and then next ten minutes are pure fucking Heaven.
Ten minutes is a little generous, but we won’t go into that. The woman knows exactly how to work me in the best of ways, and after she swallows every drop, I pull her back into my lap to kiss my flavor off her tongue. “That was amazing, baby. How the hell do you always make me feel so good?”
“I pay attention,” she shrugs. “Your body gives away more than you think.”
“No way. I’m mysterious.”
Maybe I used to be, but I’m not anymore. I’m a goddamn open book for her.
“Mmhm. So mysterious when your balls and cock react to everything I do,” she teases, kissing my tip and putting me away. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“Me either.”
It’s right there on the tip of my tongue again. I can taste the question growing bitter with each moment I let pass without asking, but if I force her to be my girlfriend before she’s ready, how will I ever know if she planned on choosing me on her own?
So I don’t.
I swallow it down as I cook us both dinner, as we eat, as I bend her over the sink before she begins doing the dishes, and even as I fill her up with my cum. I’m actually quite proud of myself for holding it in without puking out the words, and by the time we’re dozing off to sleep after a scary movie, I find it’s easier to keep them down.
I guessthatskeleton can stay put a little longer.
I WAKE HER UP WITHmy tongue, grinning after she practically drowns me and tries to fall right back to sleep, but even as adorable as she is when she’s tired I’m a needy motherfucker that needs her attention. “You were moaning in your sleep again.”
“Don’t ask why,” she rushes out, all sleepy and red-cheeked. “You were there, that’s all I’m saying.”
“I better have been.” Turning, I nip her inner thigh playfully. “So did you have plans today?”
She shakes her head softly, reaching down to cup my cheek. “Something told me I’d have company.”
“Very perceptive, Burrito. You know I’d just tag along though, right?”
Is this how it feels to wake up next to someone you love spending time with? Because sign me the fuck up. Nothing can wipe the smile off my face.
“I could work a little bit, I guess. Or we can go get some more supplies... or we could go do something fun. I’m also okay with closing all the curtains and staying in bed all day.”
“How are you going to name something as tempting as going out in public with you and then end it on closing the curtains to cupcake all day?”
Her eyebrow quirks up. “Cupcake? Is that a euphemism?”
“It can be.” I reply teasingly. “Maybe that’s just a California thing? Cupcaking is when you’re so into each other you ignore the outside world completely and just spend time together. Usually in bed.”
“I don’t understand what that has to do with cupcakes, but I’ll take it. I guess that means I’m really into you, huh?”
Her playful sideways grin slays me, has me so fucking weak as I sit up to kiss her lips — morning breath and all. There isn’t anything that could keep me from kissing her.
I stand up to go brush my teeth though, then mumble around my toothbrush when I have a response that isn’t something off the wall like ‘I love you.’ “Cupcakes are sweet, and it means we’re sweet on each other. I’m really into you too, baby. Let’s cupcake all damn day and order in.”
She bumps her hip against mine with that same smile. “So what you’re saying is I can still call you sweet pea.”
I almost drown in my toothpaste when I laugh, but ultimately I find I have no argument. “Yeah, I’ll be your sweet pea. Only as long as you stay my burrito though.”
“I wasn’t aware I had a choice there.”
“Nope. None whatsoever. The only choice you have right now is whether we have a movie or a show marathon.”
She taps her chin slowly as she watches me. “Show. More chances for sex breaks. You also promised me wax play this weekend.”
Surprise surprise, I’m hard.
