As I move away from the edge of the bed to avoid making contact with him, I tell him, "I'm too blissed out to care." I reach behind him and grab him by the scruff of the neck so that I can bring him along with me. I don't want even a second to pass without his body being mashed up against mine.
He crashes against me violently as my back strikes the mattress. "Sorry," he says as I go for his privates, slap both of my hands together, and then grip his cheeks before pulling him firmly between my thighs. "I'm sorry," he says again. "What the heck is wrong with you?"
I'm pressing my girly parts against the areas of his body that aren't so girly. "I'm hoping that it was you that got into me."
"Babe, if you don't careful what you say, you're going to have me convinced that you're a dirty talke
