Page 47 of If You Say So

“Uh, yeah. It’s impolite to spit, and this is mysecond favorite shirt, you ass.”

He grins, so I rip said shirt off and throw it his way before he can protest.

“Ugh! Gross!”

He pushes himself off the bed and bends down to grab his underwear and pants, pulling them back up and over his ass. His softening cock is still hanging out as he peers down at me, a pink color tinting his cheeks.

“Were you…uh… Did you need…?”

“To come?” I provide.

This has always been one of my favorite things about Blake. When we’re in the heat of the moment, he’s pushy as hell and knows exactly what he wants. The moment we’re finished, he’s a bumbling idiot, and I love him dearly for it.

I wave him away. “No, I’m good.”

“You sure? Because I can…”

“Suck my cock?” Another blush as I stand and meet his height. “I’m good, Blake, I’m sure. The promise of reciprocation was not what this was about.”

“What was it about then?”

“Seriously? We haven’t been together in months.” I step closer to him, my mouth brushing against his skin. “Imissyou—allof you.” He shivers as my lips run over his. “Your laugh, your smile, your sense of humor. The way you say ‘wahter’ and the way you never pick your underwear up off the floor. Those bright green eyes, your head thrown back in ecstasy, the way you look after an orgasm—every single fucking thing.”

“I…” He stops. “Fuck.”

And then he’s shuffling from the room, leaving me standing there, alone and confused.

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