No, I still wasn't feeling 100%, but he's so damned cute when he's being a horndog.
I swear, in any other male this constant desire- and insistence on expressing it- would be annoying as hell.
In him, though, it makes me blush and giggle like a virgin.
And give in.
Oh, it took some giggling and squirming and figuring out, but it wasn't long before we were kissing (albeit carefully, since I was still congested) and making out (albeit gently since I was still a little sick) and laughing.
He pulled away from me, showing me his beautiful, erect cock.
This is what you do to me, just kissing and playing with you, he told me.
I melted inside. I love knowing that I do that to him. Love it.
I beckoned to him impatiently, throat still too sore to talk much- and therefore too sore to do what I so wanted to- but not too sore to play with my very favoritest toy.
He straddled my chest, thighs across my breasts, hands tight on the headboard while I played with him.
Licking up and down his shaft, sucking the head of him tightly into my mouth... not far, not far at all... but far enough. Swallowing the purple head of him inside my soft, pink mouth, and looking at him all the while. I knew the expression on my face, the evil joy of it. Lilith must have looked at Adam like that, because Eve never would have.
I love teasing him. Scraping my teeth gently over that sensitive little helmeted head, lathing the underside of it with my tongue, the twin sensations enough to make him groan and grip the bed hard enough to make the antique wood creak.
Eventually, though, in that position my jaw got sore and throat was still too sore to finish properly.
So we traded places... sort of. He slid down my body, the rough-smooth touch of his skin making my squirm and moan this time, and his breath blowing hot on my thighs.
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