“Fuck, you look so fucking gorgeous like that.” Taylor groaned. “But I think you’re going to kill me.”
“Why?” I chuckled, licking up the last of the cum that I could reach. I felt the rest of it sticking to my nose, cheeks, and chin, and possibly my hair. Luckily, Taylor seemed to have missed my eyes. I opened them slowly, fluttering my lashes to check for stray cum. Taylor was still kneeling in front of me, chest heaving and face pink with exertion. He looked beautiful.
“Because watching you lick my cum off your face like it’s fucking chocolate sauce is going to give me a heart attack.” I snorted, then patted the bed next to me, pulling the pillows out from under me and throwing them off the bed.
“You’re such a fucking drama queen,” I said as Taylor lay down next to me. He held out his arm and I buried myself in his embrace, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex and something else that was just pure Taylor. I sighed happily.
“I should clean the cum off your face before it sticks to you. That would be a nightmare,” Taylor said.
“Cuddle first.”
“Fine.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my head. “Cuddle first.”
I heard his heart beating rhythmically in his chest, the soft lup dup echoing in my ears. Now that we’d fucked, I realised we should probably talk about everything. Or at least clear the air on the whole Pornblr thing. I didn’t think Taylor would mind the fact that I blogged. If he did, I knew he wouldn’t have sent that message and we certainly wouldn’t have had the mind-meltingly good sex we’d just had.
“So… you’re Mr. Smith?” I turned my head to look up at him, my fingers stroking over his chest. Taylor smiled.
“And you’re Thick Boy in Lace.”
“We’re idiots, aren’t we?” I said because I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Taylor snorted and then laughed, shaking his head.
“Little bit.”
“Did you realise you called yourself dense? And that you called us out. You said we were dating, but we just didn’t know it.”
“Well,” Taylor said, reaching down and pulling me up to him, drawing me into a soft kiss. “I am very smart. Even when I don’t realise it.”
“You are.”
“You told me you loved me.” Taylor’s eyes were warm and shining.
“I did. And you told me to be careful because you might run.”
“I might’ve once.” He paused. “But not for a long time. Because I’ve been fucking gone on you for months.” He smiled and shook his head. “I remember looking at your blog just before I first saw you in panties and wondering if I could ever convince you to wear them because you had such a similar body type to Thick Boy. I remember thinking how amazing you’d look. And then I discovered your secret, and it was like all my fantasies had come true at once.” He kissed me again, and heat bubbled up inside my chest. I’d never imagined finding someone like Taylor. To me, men like him were like the moon, beautiful but impossible to reach. Something to be admired and imagined up close, but ultimately something you couldn’t have.
“Do you mind?”
“About what?”
“About the blogging? That we chatted?” Even though I thought I already knew the answer I needed to make sure. My granny always said “assuming makes an ass out of you and me”, and I wasn’t going to pretend I knew all Taylor’s thoughts.
“No, of course not. Why would I?” Taylor looked almost confused. “Did you think I’d get mad at you? Or jealous? I love your blog. It’s sexy as fuck, and I love that I’ve been able to chat with you through it. And now I know all the dark, dirty secrets you wouldn’t tell me in person.” He kissed me again, his tongue pushing into my mouth, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as my spent cock twitched against Taylor’s thigh.
“I’m shy,” I said, somewhat lamely, and Taylor chuckled.
“Don’t worry. I get it. But you can always be open with me. I want to know everything.”
I nodded. “Okay.” A thought flickered into my mind. It was something I hadn’t considered before, but now I’d thought about it, I had to know the answer. “What do you want me to do about the blog?”
“What do you mean?” Taylor looked confused again, his eyebrow quirking adorably.
“Do you want me to shut it down? Or stop blogging?”
“Why would I want you to do that?” Taylor didn’t seem to be following my train of thought.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I just… we’re dating now. I thought you wouldn’t want me putting slutty pictures of myself on the internet.”
“First of all, they’re gorgeous slutty pictures, and I love them. Secondly, it’s your body.” I opened my mouth to object, but Taylor placed his finger against my lips. “Thirdly, I fucking love your blog. If you shut it down, I’ll be the one complaining. Loudly and vociferously, until you give in.”
I laughed, my worries melting away. “Are you sure?”
“Of course. If you want to keep doing it, I’ll support you. But I do have one condition.” His eyes twinkled mischievously.
“Oh? What’s that?”
“I want to watch you take your photos. Maybe even learn how to take them,” he said. “Although, I can’t promise you won’t make it out of the photoshoots without being fucked. I’m not sure I’d be able to resist seeing you in a parade of panties, looking fucking edible, without putting my hands on you.”
“Sounds good to me.” My brain was already whirring, thinking about all the sets I wanted to shoot next. Maybe I’d start with the sheer, pale blue panties I knew Taylor loved, even if it meant the shoot would be over before it had even begun.
“Good. I can’t wait to show the world how fucking sexy you are.” His voice dipped low and sent shivers down
