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“Okarun, check this out,” said Momo, holding her phone sideways on her chest. There, just a few inches away, Okarun rested his head on her as they held each other. She enjoyed the warmth and comforting weight of his body. Sometimes, just this, just doing nothing but quietly cuddling together and independently sifting through memes with her boyfriend on a lazy Sunday afternoon, was the only thing she wanted to do. Naturally, every so often, the rare meme would be good enough for one to share with the other. Now was such a time.
But Okarun didn’t laugh. He didn’t even noticeably react. Momo frowned. Surely it wasn’t that bad a meme, right? Usually he at least had the courtesy to chuckle when she showed him something, even if it wasn’t exactly the height of comedy. “Okarun?” She lightly tapped his cheek with her phone.
Then she listened closely and heard his slow, relaxed breathing. Ah. “Aw, you’re asleep? Is someone a sleepy boy who needs his nappies?” she said in a cutesy lilt, wearing a teasing smile. “Well, that’s okay. You’ve been working hard lately.” His job delivering newspapers had fired some of the delivery employees recently and he had been left to pick up the slack. He’d insisted the extra labor was no big deal, but the toll on his sleep from the additional hours spent on his expanded route in the morning had added up.
Momo didn’t mind. In fact, she felt good that he was comfortable enough around her that he could doze off peacefully, even wrapped around her body as he was. Being a source of relief for the man she loved was truly gratifying. “Just snuggle up with Momo-chan and have a nice rest.”
She craned her neck down to get a better look at his sleeping face. Her heart swelled as she gazed upon it and she couldn’t suppress a giggle. “You’re so cute,” she whispered. Her eyes remained locked on his tranquil expression as she ran a finger down his cheek. “You really are,” she said. “All the time, not only when you’re sleeping. And you’re not just cute. You’re handsome. Really, really handsome.”
It felt good to express even just a small portion of her boundless feelings for him. Sometimes she felt she should do it more often when he was awake. Now, with no ears to overhear her, seemed like a good time to practice. “And… you’re hot.” She blushed. “The hottest guy I know. All the girls at school think you’re hot too. But I’m the only one who gets to have you.” She put on a pout. “Or else. ”
Her smile returned as she chuckled to herself. “Of course, deep down, I know you won’t let them have you. I know you love me and you only want me. I know you’re loyal. You’re so wonderful.” Her gaze turned soft. “I want you to know how wonderful you are to me. I want you to feel it when we talk, when we hang out together. I want to make you feel as loved as you deserve.”
She took a breath, realizing she was starting to ramble, but, well, the feeling of self-expression, safely with no conscious audience, was too good to resist. “I just get jealous… because I’m afraid you’ll look elsewhere and find someone you like better. I… I would be crushed if that happened.” This was something she’d never said to him. She hoped he knew it regardless.
“I get so afraid because… I’m crazy about you, Okarun,” she admitted, feeling a strange sense of relief as she did. “I love you so much. I’m in love with you, like head over heels, seriously obsessed. I have been basically since we met.” She didn’t know if he was aware of that. It felt a bit embarrassing to admit, but freeing at the same time. “You don’t know how much I think about you. How much I care about you. The way I pine for you when you’re not around. Maybe if you knew you’d think I really am crazy. Or…” her cheeks reddened further, “maybe you’re that crazy about me too.”
“I hope you are, that you feel the same way I do. I hope we stay together forever. I hope… I hope we get married and have lots of children.” Her heart pounded at this revelation. Perhaps he would think she was a psycho if she said that to him, but she had to be honest with herself; it was a thought she’d had not infrequently for a while. Comfortable domesticity with him had become a blissful fantasy for her before she knew it.
She wasn’t really the sort of girl to write “Momo Takakura” in her notebook with a heart around it, but she’d been tempted to do it for months and months. She did it once, in class. It had felt like such a transgression that it exhilarated her. Naturally, when the rush of it ebbed, she scribbled the heart until it was illegible, tore the page out, ripped it into pieces, and promptly threw them away. Still, the feeling of it lingered in her mind long after.
She glanced around her bedroom. “There’s a reason I used to have posters of Ken Takakura all over this room, but now there are posters of UFOs — sorry, UAPs — and little alien plushies instead. I made this room when we rebuilt the house with nanoskin, remember? All these little things that remind me of you literally came from my mind. I chose you over the other Ken Takakura. Ask me three years ago if I’d have ever done that and I would’ve called you nuts.”
She ran her fingers gently through his hair. “I’m so glad we’re together now. I love spending time with you. I love holding hands with you. I love kissing you. It makes me feel so special, like,” she thought for a moment, “like I’m the only girl in the world. But also like I’m one of billions of girls and out of all of them, you chose me. It’s so… so validating.”
A strange thing had started to happen as she divulged her innermost feelings. Her body was getting warm, warm all over, not simply from self-consciousness, but because of just how much she was expressing herself. That warmth was concentrating itself in her abdomen and pooling between her legs.
Her voice fell to an even quieter whisper, barely audible even to herself. “I want to do more than kiss, though.” Now she was getting into dangerous territory, the kind that would kill her if anyone heard it. “I’m a woman, y’know? I have those other feelings too. Other thoughts. Thoughts about what it would be like if you…” She gulped. She was starting to sweat. “If you touched me. Touched my body, not just my lips and hands.”
Her heart rate jumped as she let the words go. “You’re such a gentleman,” she said, her volume back at a normal whisper. “You don’t push or put pressure on me. You give me a respectful distance and never cross it. You’re always so gentle when you hold me, never touching me anywhere inappropriate. I love that about you. But…”
Even though he was unconscious, she felt the need to avert her gaze. “I wonder sometimes what would happen if you did. If you made a move on me and showed me how much you want me. Physically, I mean.”
She paused. “If you do want me, that is. You do, don’t you?” Momo knew she was pretty and had a nice body, but still some part of her bore the insecurity that, at least to him, she might be wrong. “Don’t you want to touch me, Okarun?” Her tone was imploring. “Don’t you wish your mouth was a few inches lower and my shirt and bra were off? You could…”
Once again, her voice became near inaudible. “You could play with my boobs. Squeeze them. Put your face in my cleavage. Suck my nipples. Have your way with them.” A font of pleasurable heat surged through her at that suggestion, totally unexpectedly. She wondered what would happen if she kept going. “I think that’d be really hot. They’re… they’re really sensitive.” This was a fact she didn’t think she’d ever reveal. But now, boosted by the sudden hormonal rush of the last few minutes, it felt easy, intoxicating, even, to do so. “I bet you would treat them so well…”
The sensation in her underwear was becoming unignorable. “I can’t believe I’m getting wet just telling you about it,” she said. The combination of getting to be open about her feelings and the transgressive nature of this makeshift confessional was turning her on a shocking amount — that it was at all was surprising, let alone the enormity of it. “I bet you’d love it if you knew how soaked my panties are just from telling you this. God, if we actually did it, who knows how drenched I would get?”
She began rubbing her thighs together. It was an involuntary reaction to the feelings coursing through her nerves but she didn’t resist it. Her hand leapt to her mouth to muffle the soft whimper that escaped her lips. “And that’s just my tits. My big, soft tits, all for you. But I don’t want you to stop there, Okarun. I want to feel you.” Her breathing was heavy. “All of you.” Already she had gone so far, but now she was going to cross a new Rubicon.
“I want your cock.”
The word out of her mouth felt so dirty yet so liberating as her filthy thoughts, kept so tightly in her chest until now, spilled from her throat. “I want to hold it. I want to taste it. I want suck you off and make you see stars while I titfuck you.” Each sentence foretold a jolt of erogenous lightning in her. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Feeling my fat, jiggly tits wrapped around your shaft while my lips are sealed around the head?” Now her voice had gotten husky, radiating pure lust. “And I want you… inside me.”
She hadn’t realized it, but over the last few minutes the hand that wasn’t occupied with holding Okarun had reached down beneath her skirt, underneath her underwear, and was now playing with her clit. The feeling of wetness between her legs only increased. “Ohh, Okarun,” she groaned as quietly as she could. “I want you in my pussy… I want to feel your hard rod stretching me out. Making me yours. I’m already yours, but I want you to show me that my body belongs to you and only you.”
She bit her lower lip as she moaned lightly. “Mmm. You can have me any way you like. Touch me wherever, however you want. All I want is to be consumed by your desire.” A jolt of pleasure ran through her at this admission. Her hips began to gyrate against him. “I need you, Okarun. I need you to fuck me. I need it so badly.”
Then she felt it: his erection pressing against her. The friction of her movements must have stimulated him in his sleep. She gasped, her eyes shot open, and her body thrummed with erotic lightning, amplifying her pleasure tenfold. “Oh, fuck!” she choked out as she began to rub against him harder and faster. The fact that she was arousing him was having the same effect on her. “Ah, ahh, ahhn!” She knew he might wake up at any second, but she was far too deep into her fantasy to care.
“Don’t you see what you do to me, Okarun?” she said in a throaty whisper, her tone frantic. “Don’t you see how ridiculously turned on I get just talking about us fucking? You have so much power over me and you don’t even know it.”
She wanted to launch a full-on assault on his body – kiss his throat, nibble his earlobe, rake her fingernails down his muscular chest, unleash the full bore of her arousal on him. She only barely had the wherewithal to hold back. Even just pressing her groin against his was going so much farther than she ever thought she would.
“Oh god, Okarun, I want you to dominate me-ee-ee,” she moaned. This was another thing she hid from the world at all costs, that beneath her forceful personality was a girl who wanted her man to take full control of her in bed. Her eyes closed as she pictured it. “Grab my hair and press my face into the pillow while you fuck me. Hold me down with those muscular arms of yours and don’t let go no matter how much I struggle. Bend me over and pound my pussy until I can’t walk anymore. Use me like your personal fuck-hole. I know you can do it…”
The movements of her hips against his bulge were getting frantic. “I want to be your very own nympho whore. It might make you think I’m an easy slut, but I don’t care as long as I get your cock in me. I know I’d get addicted to it. I’m already addicted to the thought of it. You don’t know how many times I’ve touched myself like this just while thinking about it.”
Her body was alight with pleasure; she had fallen into an erotic delirium and had no way out besides the obvious. “And then… and then I want you to cum for me. I want to feel your cum painting my tits, my throat, my pussy, everywhere. God, it would just be so rewarding to feel your hot, sticky seed all over me…”
Verbalizing this thought tipped Momo over the edge. Her fingers furiously ravaged her clit and she ground her pussy lips against Okarun’s shaft. She closed her mouth as tightly as she could to stifle her would-be scream of ecstasy. Wracked with overwhelming pleasure, she couldn’t fully suppress the convulsions of her body or stop her eyes from rolling back in her head. Her inner walls squeezed an imaginary occupant; there was only one candidate she wanted it to be. She let out a strangled whisper, “Mmmm, Okarun, Okarun, fuck me, Okaruu-uu-uun!”
After a while, it began to subside and she let her head tilt back to lean against the headboard of her bed as she took in slow, shaky breaths. With the intensity of the orgasm fading, she was suddenly struck by a titanic column of embarrassment. Oh my god. Oh my god! What did I do?!
She couldn’t believe her own audacity. She’d divulged fantasy after fantasy until she hurled herself off the cliff of sanity in pursuit of pleasure. God, had she really been so repressed that unleashing it like that did this to her?
She shook her head. There were more pressing matters to attend to. Could she hide what she’d done? There was wetness between her legs, and it wasn’t exactly scentless. Maybe he would think it was something else. Maybe she could carefully extricate herself from him and go clean herself up. But she’d also gotten some moisture on the groin of his pants. Maybe she could—
“Mmf… Ayafe-fan… camt… breev…”
Momo’s eyes shot open and her heart rate multiplied tenfold as she heard Okarun’s voice. She looked down — in the throes of her orgasmic release and subsequent embarrassment, she had pulled his head tightly to her chest, inadvertently suffocating him.
“M-my bad, Okarun!” she said in a panic, pulling her arm away.
He drew in a deep breath. “Thanks. Sorry, I fell asleep for a bit there.”
She stared at him for a long moment. She had to choose now to hide or come clean. One question would influence her decision. “... How long have you been awake?” she asked carefully.
“Uh,” he said, blushing instantly. “Uh, not too long.”
His reaction mortified her. “How. Long?” Her voice was toneless. He looked away, remaining silent. She squeezed his cheeks tightly in one hand and scowled. “How long, you sonovabitch!?”
“L-like I said, not too long!”
“You heard, didn’t you!?” she raged. “You heard what I said! Admit it!”
“F-fine!” he said, eyes shut. “I heard… some of it!”
“How much!?”
“... I started around when you were rubbing up against me.”
The blood drained from Momo’s face. “And… and you just… let me talk…?”
“Well… I didn’t know if I should interrupt…”
“You perverted asshole!” Momo roared as she rained a storm of fists on him.
“Ow! Stop!” he said, futilely trying to defend himself. “You were taking liberties with my body! I don’t think I’m the only perverted one here!”
Momo paused her assault and frowned. He was right. Damn it, he was right. “... I’m sorry. I…” She turned her gaze down. “I shouldn’t have done that,” she admitted quietly.
“It’s okay,” Okarun said gently. “I just never knew you felt like that.”
“Me neither,” she murmured, looking off to the side.
“I was kind of paralyzed when I felt you rubbing against me and saying all those things. I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t speak up because… I didn’t really want you to stop.”
Momo blushed at this. Her heart rate remained high, but for a different reason now. “I guess I didn’t realize I was bottling up all those feelings. We’ve just been together for a good while now and we still haven’t done anything… like that.”
“Does that mean…” He swallowed and said in a quiet voice, “Does that mean you want to?”
She chuckled despite her embarrassment. “It’s not like I can really deny that after the last half hour.” Her expression became worried. “Do you want to?”
“Of course. Like I said, I didn’t want you to stop.” This made her heart soar. Already she could feel heat returning to her loins. “I mean… we could do it now, if you wanted. I think you got to, um, finish, but, well…” Feeling brave, he pushed his hips against hers.
Her breath hitched as she felt his erection, still standing strong, press against her panties right at her slit. Her shaking hand moved to rest her fingers on the hard bar. Tentatively, she gave it a languid stroke. Elation blossomed on her face as she felt it twitch in response. “You only woke up when I started rubbing against you, right?”
“Uh-huh…” replied Okarun, hope and fear mixed in his gaze.
“Then you missed the part where I told you how cute, handsome, and sexy you are.” She watched with delight as his eyes widened. Leaning in, she whispered, “And everything else I feel about you.”
Their lips met. Momo, still sensitive all over, felt a shock of pleasure at the contact and pressed harder against him. So powerful was his permission to let her urges run wild that she felt unshackled and nibbled his lower lip in a way she never had. Her nails raked the back of his scalp as she extracted as much pleasure as she could from him.
He responded in kind, emboldened by her, and cupped her cheeks to pull her in even more tightly. The feeling of his want of her sent another thrill through her. Their tongues dipped out from their mouths and began a sensual dance; she took his lower lip between both of hers and sucked hard, earning her an all too gratifying groan from him.
After several seconds of this, she pulled back. “Take it off,” she said, pointing to his shirt. “All of it.” In a flash, she stripped off her shirt and unclasped her bra before tossing the useless garments aside. As he fumbled with his own clothes, she said, “Too slow,” reached over, and pulled his shirt over his head. Without bothering to wait for his reaction, she unzipped his pants, yanked them off his legs with enough force that he tipped over onto his back.
His boxers were less tight than his pants had been and now she could see the shape of his hardon more clearly. The sight of it stoked the fire in her belly and made her yet more certain of her course of action.
“A-Ayase-san,” he whispered breathlessly, overwhelmed by her aggressive affection as she maneuvered herself over him.
She put a finger on his chin. “Momo-chan. Call me Momo-chan. I wanna hear that all night.”
He swallowed heavily before nodding. “M-Momo-chan…”
She grinned. “That’s better.” She licked her lips before planting them on his jaw and beginning a trail of kisses down his throat and chest. Between each one, she spoke. “Ohh, Okarun. You don’t know how fuckable you are. I’ve craved your cock in me for so long.”
The way his breath caught and hitched as she made her way down his torso was so rewarding. “Tell me… more…” he whispered. “I want to hear… everything.”
She grinned. “You turn me on in ways I didn’t know were possible. I’m so fucking wet right now because of you — because of how helplessly attracted I am to you.” She glanced down at his erection, noting the spot of darkness on the cloth at its tip, and rubbed her thumb on it. “Mmm, that’s precum, isn’t it?” She’d never had any personal experience with it, but she’d heard of it. “I love the fact that I can do that to you. Making you feel good makes me feel good.”
“It’s the same for me,” he replied.
Momo chuckled. “Then we’re a great match. But we knew that already.” Suddenly, she reached down to grab his wrists. “Put these right here.” She pressed his hands into her breasts and loved as awe covered his face. “Now do whatever you want to them.” She felt him close his hands around her soft flesh and moaned. “Ohh, yes! More, do more!”
Her words and noises boosted his confidence and he began to knead her tits with wild abandon. Every squeeze and massage elicited a sound of arousal from her, escalating in volume with each motion. “My nipples,” she whispered, “play with them, please.”
He was grinning like a madman at how excited he was making her and obliged her request. As he took the sensitive nubs between his fingers, he tweaked, pulled, and pinched them with just the right amount of force to make her react with groaning approval. “Suck themmm,” she pleaded desperately.
He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips enveloped one of the pink nubs and his tongue lashed out against it, torturing it like he was born to do it. “Ohhh!” she cried out. “Yes! Just like that! Ahh! ”
Her hips had started grinding against his again; the sensation and the sense of sheer want from her were overwhelming to him. “Momo-chan,” he choked out in between tongue lashings, “I want…”
“Yeah?” she uttered, “Tell me. Tell me whatever you want from me; it’s yours. I’m yours to do what you want with.”
“I want to…”
“Please. Please say it. You can do it.”
“I want to fuck you!” he roared.
“Mmm!” she moaned in appreciation. She reached down to grasp his shoulders and pulled until she toppled over and had him on top of her. “Take me,” she demanded, her voice husky.
He gulped. He’d said it; actually doing it was another matter. But watching her breathe heavy, an expression of intense desire plain on her face, imbued him with courage. Nodding to himself in affirmation, he pulled his boxers down.
She bit her lip as his dick sprang free of its enclosure, a flame of urgent need in her eyes. “Wow,” she said breathlessly, “it’s even more amazing than I thought.” His ego swelled at this.
With a strong hand, he yanked her panties off of her and placed his fingers at her folds. Tentatively, he began to insert one into her entrance. She gasped in response and threw her head back as he pushed further inside her. “Ohhh, Okarun!” she cried out.
Suddenly, his hand darted to one wrist, took it and its counterpart in one hand, and then moved them above her head, pressing them down into the mattress. He leaned in close to her face, a serious expression on his, and said, “This is what you want, right? For me to pin you like this?”
Surprised crossed her features for a moment before she nodded vigorously. “It’s exactly what I want,” she replied, her voice full of gratitude.
As one hand held her down, the other began to move in and out of her. She started to shriek with every movement, loving how no matter how forcefully she writhed, he wouldn’t let go of her. The loss of control coupled with the onslaught of pleasure was burning away her sanity and she was happy to let it go.
He put his lips to her ear and, in a low voice, whispered. “Tell me what more you want, Momo-chan.”
She loved how demanding he was now. “Give it to me,” she whimpered before her voice rose in volume, “please give me that fat cock right now!” Her mind was consumed by arousal; she had totally lost any sense of propriety that might suppress her raw hunger for him.
“Good girl,” he replied and withdrew his fingers. Heart pounding with lingering nerves, he positioned his member at her lips. He glanced at her eyes; she gave him a look of approval. That was all he needed before he pushed himself inside her.
“Fuck!” she screamed as soon as he was inside her. “You’re so big… you’re gonna destroy my pussy…” It wasn’t a complaint. “Start out gentle with me, please.”
“Of course, my love,” he said. As he continued to enter her, he reached his face up to capture her lips in a tender yet passionate kiss. Eyes closed, she let out little mewls of contentment, occasionally amplified by a rush of erotic thrill as he controlled the pace of her pleasure.
They continued to lock lips as the base of his shaft made contact with her. She could feel his heartbeat in the head of his cock as it stretched her inner walls more and more; the strength of their connection was so fulfilling.
After a moment, she pulled back and said, “I’m ready.” Her legs moved to lock around his body, holding him to her. “Now you can be rough with me.”
He nodded and slowly began to thrust. Her eyes shut tight as the sensation sent waves of electric thrill through her body. “How does it feel?” he asked.
“Wonderful,” she replied in between gasps and moans. “I want more. ”
“As you wish.” He pumped his hips harder against her, increasing the pace of his thrusts
Her breath hitched in response before her voice released a throaty, meandering moan. “Yes, just like that!” she shrieked. “It feels so good!”
Her praise ballooned his confidence. Still keeping her pinned, he began another oral onslaught on her breasts, tonguing and suckling them furiously. Momo began to scream in bursts as the sensation overwhelmed her. “Oh god, oh god, Okarun, don’t stop; I’ll be your own personal sex slave, you can have me wherever, whenever you want, just please don’t stop! Ahh!”
God, her pleas made him feel like he could explode any second. “Momo-chan, your… your pussy is so tight…” Hearing her dirty talk gave him the confidence to indulge in his own. “It feels like it’s pulling me in.”
“It wants you,” she whimpered. “My body craves yours, it needs you, I need you.” As he continued to flood her nerves with pleasure, she began to feel herself approaching the edge once more. “I’m soooo cloooose,” she moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum again, Okarun!”
He dug deep within himself, mustering all his courage. With a low voice, usually reserved for his transformed state, he leaned down to her ear and growled, “Beg me for it, Momo-chan.”
His demanding tone thrilled her. “Please!” she shrieked. “Please make me cum all over your cock, Okarun! I need it more than water, than air, than anything, please, just make me cum!”
“Good girl,” he whispered and began thrusting like a piston, harder and faster than ever before.
Momo felt something inside her break at both his force and at being called a good girl by him. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuh-huh-huck,” each syllable was punctuated by a buck of her hips, “I’m cummiiiing!” Her legs pulled him in as tightly as she could. “Okarun, Okarun, I love you, Okaruuun!” The freedom of this ultimate expression of her feelings made the pleasurable sensation skyrocket.
It had the same effect on him. Her declaration of adoration, on top of her pussy milking his cock for all its worth, pushed him beyond his limit. “I love you too, Momo-chan,” he grunted. “I love you!”
“Cum in me!” she begged as her orgasm continued to tear through her, “Fill me with your cum!” He was all too happy to oblige. Momo’s pleasure ramped up yet further as she felt the warm fluid shoot inside her.
Their mutual pleasure ascended in intensity to that of a supernova. Okarun reached up to steal Momo’s lips in a passionate kiss. Tears of sheer overwhelming joy streamed down her cheeks as his mouth muffled her uncontrollable screams of ecstasy. Their bodies fully pressed against one another in total contact, his hard pectorals squishing her soft breasts, maximizing the pleasure chemical cocktail that swirled through their brains.
Eventually, they passed the peak of their climaxes and their muscles began to relax. Unable to hold himself up anymore, Okarun collapsed on Momo. She let out a soft, contented moan as she felt his comforting weight hold her down, his pulsating erection still lingering in her, and reached behind his head to stroke it gently. She felt a deep-seated need to show him affection at this moment, to make clear how much she treasured this experience, even if he already knew.
After some time, he regained some measure of his strength and removed himself from her; Momo couldn’t help but feel slight disappointment at the absence of his cock. That feeling was soothed when he wrapped his limbs around her, the gentle cradling of his strong muscles giving her such a sense of post-coital fulfillment that she mewled happily.
They lay there panting for several minutes. Once their breathing steadied, he kissed the nape of her neck and whispered, “Thank you, Momo-chan. That was incredible.”
She giggled. “It was for me too.” But soon, as the high of her arousal and orgasm lessened, she blushed furiously and buried her face in her hands. “Oh god,” she said in a tiny voice.
“What?”
“I said all those things…. I never thought I would ever say anything like that.”
“Momo-chan…”
“I can’t believe I lost it so hard. You must think I’m a huge pervert…”
“No, no,” he said in a calming tone. “Well. Maybe.” She felt a stab of shame in her soul at this. “But I think it’s good, because…” His arms pulled her tightly to him by the waist. In her ear, he whispered, “I am one too.”
Her heart skipped a beat and her shame evaporated. “Really?” Her gaze shifted sideways. “Well… being able to cut loose about my feelings with you like that was surprisingly hot. You sure you’re not judging me?”
“Not at all.” He nuzzled the back of her neck. “Quite the contrary, I’m glad. I was worried I was the only one who had those kinds of thoughts. Hearing them made me feel amazing.”
She smiled. “You brought them out of me, without even trying. Just by being you.” After a second, she felt something poking her backside. Her smile became devious. “I could tell you even more, if you want.”
He blushed. “I think I would like that.”
“Okay,” she said, rolling over to face him. She gave him a soft, worshipful, adulating kiss. “But this time,” she traced her finger down his jawline until she reached his chin, “I want to hear your thoughts too.”
He smiled nervously. “I’ll tell you everything I can think of.”
He was, she would discover, as good as his word.