Page 106 of Mountain Pine
What I would give to put a baby in her.
“It’s too much!” She tosses the toy across the room. I’m about to spank her for the bratty behavior but I reward her instead because she’s using her hand to get off with now.
“That’s a good girl. Work your clit for us both. Make us come, baby.”
Her breaths saw out of her. Sweat drips down my spine. The windows are open. Birds are chirping.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh….” My girl scream-gasms like a flood of demons just left her body.
These are my favorite kinds of orgasms.
Taylor sweeps me up in her pleasure and I come inside her, roaring as I hold myself flush against her and get deep as I can. She cries out because of it and pitches forward, and I go right along with her. “Don’t move,” I growl, giving her every last drop of my come. “Take it all for me.”
She claws the bedding. Her hair looks like a wild bird’s nest.
When I pull out, I kiss down her spine while catching my breath. “Are you okay?”
Taylor doesn’t answer at first. Shit. Was that too rough? Too deep? I check my dick to see if she’s bleeding. I know I hit her cervix, but she told me she likes the pain/pleasure combo from it. What if I went too far though?
“Taylor?” I gently roll her over. “Taylor, are you—”
She bursts into tears.
Shit, shit, shit!“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
The noises coming out of her are half laugh, half sobs and it’s confusing. It’s also how she gets when she comes too hard. Did I hurt her or is this a chemical dump of epic proportions?
“All my planets left the galaxy!” she whines, hitting my biceps. “Oh my god, Conner, I can’t come that hard anymore. I’ll never be fit for this existence.”
Relief floods me and I fall back on the bed, laughing my ass off.
“It’s not funny! My soul just left my body!” She climbs on top of me and straddles my waist. “Stop laughing!”
I can’t. This is just too great. And my ego is strutting big time.
“Damn you!” She playfully whacks my pecs. “It’s not funny. I can’t be all out of alignment when I have yoga classes to teach.”
“Namaste in bed with me forever then.” I pull her down for a kiss. “Let me put you in retrograde.”
“Do you even know what that means?”
Nope. But she likes when I talk astrology to her, so I make it up as I go along.
We hold each other for a long time and I almost fall back asleep until my phone buzzes.
It’s a number I don’t recognize so I let it go tovoicemail. It’s probably a new client making an appointment or some shit. And I have a strict no work on my day off policy. No job is worth giving up my Taylor time for.
“What did you want to do today?” she asks while running her fingers lazily up and down my chest.
“Whatever you want.”
“We have to go grocery shopping.”
We. We’re awenow. “Make me a list and I’ll go get it.”
“No, I’d rather do it because you’re terrible at picking the best pineapples.”
No argument there. The last two were overripe and the one before that was bitter and tough. Taylor eats pineapples a lot. She tastes incredible and gives a lot of the credit to those delightful fruits. Now I eat them too.
