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‘That was... ’ she repeats in an almost breathless tone.
Her face suddenly appears over mine. Her lovely face, her lovely blue eyes and kiss-plumped pink lips. Her dark braids have become loose in a couple of places, but it doesn’t detract from how gorgeous she is. I feel a rush of affection for her, frowning as I decide I need to get laid more often before I begin to confuse orgasm in something other than my hand with any kind of warmth of fondness or love.
‘Are you dead?’ she says, poking me in the ribs.
‘Uff.’Along with the huffed breath, I may also growl or maybe squeal,‘No!’ Growl. Definitely a growl.
‘You’re right. Dead people don’t frown. And dead people aren’t ticklish.’
‘I’m not tickl—’ The rest of my words are swallowed by a noise that isn’t quite laughter, and I squirm as her fingers dig into my ribs. ‘Get off me, you mad wench! I’m not ticklish!’
‘Then why are you giggling like a girl, huh?Huh?’
But then she makes a critical error, sliding her thigh over my body to straddle me. The sight of her wetness spread open in front of me, above me, draws my fingers like a magnet.
‘You’re so wet.’ My words are part wonderment, part groan.
‘And whose fault is that?’ she whispers back, rocking into my touch.
‘Yours. For being so sexy.’ I pull her down against me and feel her smile into my kiss, her wetness pressed against me, the shape of her warm body along mine.
‘You’re not so bad yourself.’ She runs her hair through my fingers, toying with the strands.
‘So you told me in my interview. I’m glad to hear I measure up,’ I say, pulsing up into her.
‘Oh, you do,’ she purrs. ‘You measure up just fine.’
Our lips meet, the tone of this kiss different from before. Our mouths are slow and languid, drawing our kisses into endless moments, our fingers teasing and light in their touch.
‘If I ever need a fallback career, you’ll put in a good word?’
‘I’m sure we could come to some arrangement,’ she whispers, the sound and shape of her smile pressed against my lips.
‘Why don’t we go to the bedroom and discuss the terms. This carpet is embedding itself into my arse.’
‘Tell that to my knees.’
‘Come on.’ I roll onto my side, keeping her tight to my body so she doesn’t slip. Also, because naked. Naked girl wins every time. ‘I’ve got some special medicine to remedy that.’
‘Is that so?’ She sort of giggles, the tone sultry. ‘What kind of medicine?’
‘It’s magical stuff. It works as a liniment, an oral supplement, and even a suppository.’
She sets off giggling again with her head tucked into my chest. The sound of her mirth is almost as intoxicating as her smell—the mixture of her floral perfume and our fucking.
‘Come on, up,’ I say, sliding my hands down to her round arse.
‘What, already?’ She giggles. ‘I doubt even you’re that good.’
‘No?’
Lifting her elbow from where it’s tucked tight to her chest, Paisley looks down the length of my body. ‘Oh.’ Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes shining as her gaze snaps back to me.
‘You were saying?’
‘I think I was saying we should get up from this floor and get into the bedroom,’ she replies quickly, scrambling to stand. ‘The early bird catches the worm and all that.’
‘It’s a worm now?’ I say, standing myself. ‘Funny, I don’t remember you crying out,your worm is so fucking good.’
