The rest of the day was a blur of s*x, food, sleep, and Reese. And maybe a little homework thrown in.
I’d been totally right about myself; I was the touchy-feely, constantly horny kind of boyfriend. Thank God Reese didn’t seem to mind. She let me experiment with pretty much anything I wanted to try. Even things I didn’t know I wanted to try until she was on top of me, riding me, and I suddenly wanted to see her ass while she bounced on my d**k. So I spun her around, gripped her hips between my hands, and pumped her up and down until she panted out a breathless, “Yeehaw,” and claimed she needed a cowgirl hat.
I was too fascinated with running my thumbs over her cheeks while they swallowed my c**k one thrust at a time to agree, though I’m sure she would’ve looked hot in one.
“God damn,” I
