“Don't expect to drink from me all the time, my love,” she gasped, somehow able to speak rationally.
He grinned up at her. “I never expected to ever drink a woman's milk at all, so that isn't much of a change.” He opened his mouth wide, shifting his jaw back and forth. “Did you do something to me when you hit me with that cookie sheet? My mouth feels weird.”
She smiled lovingly. “I just fixed a couple of those crooked molars in the back of your mouth.”
He blinked. “Oh. Well, thank you. I guess.”
Deciding to concentrate on the task at hand, he shifted under her, then rolled out from underneath, smiling as she pouted her disappointment. He caught her ankles and spread her legs wide. She caught her breath as she watched him, his eyes hot with desire, as he kissed his way up the length of
