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Huh? Wow. If he could blush he'd be blushing now. And I still have no idea what he's on about. That is, until he takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. He's thanking me for...making him come? What? I think I've done that before, or rather *we* did that before. There really is no need to thank me for it. Of course him pointing it out makes it my turn to blush. In my case it means I'm actually blushing.
"Oh," I murmur, giving him a slightly startled look that soon turns rather shy. That smile which slips on my face is equally shy since I don't know why he finds the need to thank me for it. I'd do it again, and I'd hope he know that too. I get the feeling it's something deeper though. Something I'm missing. And I really wish he would stop singing my praise before I actually explode.
"Well, it was just mmpf..." Hmm, kissing. Kissing is good. Kissing is so much better then singing my praise. I like kissing indefinitely better. My eyes close, a groan gets muffled in our mouths as I feel myself getting lost in that kiss. The hand he'd put on his crotch is clenching and unclenching automatically, squeezing his soft shaft between nimble fingers.
"You're welcome?" I whisper, rather dazed by that kiss. Kisses. God, I love this part of lazing about in bed. It's like floating on a sea of mellow laziness. "You do have a throat fixation that's easily played with," I murmur, glancing at him from under my eyelashes. Oops. I probably shouldn't have let the secret cat out of the bag. Then again, it's not *new* for either of us is it?
Huh? Wow. If he could blush he'd be blushing now. And I still have no idea what he's on about. That is, until he takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. He's thanking me for...making him come? What? I think I've done that before, or rather *we* did that before. There really is no need to thank me for it. Of course him pointing it out makes it my turn to blush. In my case it means I'm actually blushing.
"Oh," I murmur, giving him a slightly startled look that soon turns rather shy. That smile which slips on my face is equally shy since I don't know why he finds the need to thank me for it. I'd do it again, and I'd hope he know that too. I get the feeling it's something deeper though. Something I'm missing. And I really wish he would stop singing my praise before I actually explode.
"Well, it was just mmpf..." Hmm, kissing. Kissing is good. Kissing is so much better then singing my praise. I like kissing indefinitely better. My eyes close, a groan gets muffled in our mouths as I feel myself getting lost in that kiss. The hand he'd put on his crotch is clenching and unclenching automatically, squeezing his soft shaft between nimble fingers.
"You're welcome?" I whisper, rather dazed by that kiss. Kisses. God, I love this part of lazing about in bed. It's like floating on a sea of mellow laziness. "You do have a throat fixation that's easily played with," I murmur, glancing at him from under my eyelashes. Oops. I probably shouldn't have let the secret cat out of the bag. Then again, it's not *new* for either of us is it?