He must feel me looking at him because he stirs a bit, and then he opens his eyes, a sleepy look on his face.
„Hey, you`re up.”
His voice is all gruff from sleep, and it sends little shivers up my spine.
„Yeah, I woke up a few minutes ago. I didn`t mean to wake you; you can go back to sleep if you want.”
„Nah, I`ve got a beautiful naked woman in my arms. I`m not going to sleep.”
Aaaaaand, I`m wet. Just like that.
„Well, if you don`t want to sleep, what do you want to do?”
His smile is lazy, his eyes hooded, the picture of sexiness.
„Oh, I don`t know. What do you suggest?”
„Well, we can do Netflix and chill” I give him a cheeky smile, so he`ll know I`m teasing him.
„Or,” he says while pinning me under him on the bed, „we could skip the Netflix and just go straight to the chill.”
He starts kissing my neck while his left hand caresses my breast, and I grab hold of his hair and bring my legs around his waist.
„That sounds like a much better idea, let`s do that.”
He smiles against my neck, and then I feel his teeth graze my skin.
„Yeah, let`s do that.”
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Can a person have too much sex? Is that a thing, or is it just like society trying to prevent us from living our best life?
For the past six hours, Max and I have been having a sexathon. I`ve never had one of those before, but I have to say, I`m a fan.
„Why are you looking at me like that? Oh my god, woman, you`re going to kill me. I need a little break, or my cock will fall off from too much usage.”
Hmm, his mouth says no, but his erection says yes. He sees me looking at the bulge in his boxers, and he rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
„Nevermind him; he`s an idiot. Haven`t you heard that cocks aren`t to be trusted?”
„First of all, I object to you calling my cock an idiot.”
„Your cock? I`m pretty sure he`s mine.”
„Really? Well, let`s ask him who he likes best.”
I crawl to where he`s lying sprawled on the couch and put my face right next to his erection
„Hello, darling. I miss you, but this mean man you`re attached to won`t let me see you. He`s jealous of what we have, and he`s trying to keep us apart, but I swear I won`t let him. Now tell the mean, mean man who you love more. Me, the one who loves you and kisses you and gives you yummy orgasms or him, who is mean and trying to prevent you from being happy.”
„Are you seriously talking to my cock right now?”
„Yes, I am,” and just for good measure, and because I know he`s amused, I affectionately pet his cock threw his boxers.
He laughs at my outrageousness, and the sound of it warms me through and through.
God, I love this man.
Having succeeded in making him laugh, I get off the couch and stretch my arms above my head. My whole body is sore, but it`s a delicious sort of soreness, so I don`t mind.
„I`m hungry. What do you want to have for dinner?”
„Whatever is easier for you to make, I`m not picky. Or, we could order some take-out.”
I scoff at him because he knows me better than that. He smiles at the face I make and raises his palms in a conciliatory way.
„I know, I know, your food is much better than anything we could order. I just thought you`d want a chance to rest for a bit.”
„That`s very sweet of you, but I`m fine. You know cooking relaxes me. I think I`ll make some pasta. We burned enough calories to afford it.”
„That sounds great to me. Um, maybe we could watch a movie afterward.”
He looks at me suggestively, and I know exactly what he`s getting at, unsatiable man that he is.
„You want some caramel popcorn, don`t you ?”
His whole face lights up.
„Yes, please.”
„Fine, but I get to choose the movie, and you have to help me make the sauce for the pasta. You can chop the vegetables.”
„Deal. Let`s go; I`m starving.”
He jumps out of his seat, and the next thing I know, I`m hanging upside down over his shoulder.
„I can walk by myself, you know,” I say even though I`m giggling.
Weird, I`m not usually a giggler.
„I know, but this way, I have an excuse to feel you up.”
„You don`t need an excuse, feel free to feel me up anytime you want.”
„Oh, sweetheart, I`m holding you to that.”
I sigh because, seriously, life is pretty great.
Sophie
„Oh please, that`s just lame as hell.”
„No, it`s not, it`s romantic.”
He`s right, it`s lame, but it`s too much fun to rile him up for me to not take advantage of the opportunity.
We`re watching what must be the most cliche chick flick to have ever been made.
It`s an obscure little rom-com that I happened to come across in my quest for a movie. As usual, Max was too busy stuffing his face with caramel popcorn to participate, so I had to choose all by myself.
„Fuck romantic; it`s pathetic plain and simple. What grown-ass man asks a room full of people to each give the woman he loves a blue stuffed animal to say he`s sorry?”
„Blue is her favorite color,” I say to rile him up even more.
„Okay, one blue stuffed animal I could understand but a whole room full? It`s overkill, not to mention embarrassing.”
„I guess he loves her so much he`d risk his pride to get her to forgive him.”
„How about a simple, I`m sorry.”
„Well, he did act like a big fat jerk. A simple I`m sorry wouldn`t be enough. At his particular level of jerkiness, a grand gesture is necessary.”
He looks at me in disbelief
„You mean you`d like this sort of thing?”
No!
„Sure, I think it`s cute. But not blue, I prefer pink,” I
