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“What if I don’t want to tell you?”

“I would have to respect your wishes, but I wouldn’t like it.” He kisses my forehead again, so sweetly. I can’t keep this up. I’m incinerating on the inside. He’s all kinds of wonderful and there’s no way he would do anything to hurt me. I can’t put my finger on it, but I just know. He isn’t going to hurt me and his asshole behaviour two days ago was just his act. I’m going to spontaneously combust in his arms. Fuck weighing the options, I want to have this man and I want him now.

“Are we going to have sex soon?” I ask him breathlessly. I am nothing but blunt in most situations and this was no exception.

He laughs and slides his hands down my back resting them right above my ass. His mouth is back at my ear, “Do you want that?” He whispers as his tongue flicks out and traces my earlobe. I almost melt into the ground.

“I do. I don’t know if it’s another bad decision, but I haven’t had sex in over a year and I’m so turned on right now I think my panties might already be soaked. I’ve been looking at your pickle for the last ten minutes and I can’t really stand it anymore.”

“My pickle?”

“On your shirt. Your big dill. It’s been making me think about other large parts on your body and the fact you still want to be in the room with me right now is impressive. Now you’re all up in my face and touching me and saying the right things. I could climb you like a tree.”

He has the biggest smile on his face. “A pickle makes you think of sex and turns you into someone ready to climb a tree? I’m confused.”

I summon my inner sex goddess and launch into him forcing him to grab me under the ass and hold me while I wrap my legs around him. I crash my mouth onto his and force my way inside to show him I was done talking. I break away and look into his lust glazed eyes.

“If you’re still confused, Drew, there’s no hope for you. Please show me how beautiful you think I am and fuck me.”

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