Page 39 of Last First Love
She shakes her head at me, then drops her head back looking dazed. "Twice? Are you always an overachiever? Because I enjoy this kind of thing, but it's usually not enough to get me to the finish line." She laughs a little. "Twice."
I grin at her then kiss her on the inner thigh again. "Want to go for three?"
Her head snaps up and she glares at me. "You've got to be kidding me."
I shake my head and place a long lick along her inner thigh. "I never joke about orgasms Lily. It's bad luck."
She sighs. "I mean, it sounds intriguing but aren't you tired? Or maybe going to die of blue balls?"
I bite her a little bit this time, hard enough to make her yelp. "I told you, they're not really blue. They're all wrapped up in gauze like a couple of little mummy eggs."
She sits up then and primly crosses her legs, as if she's done having orgasms already. We'll see about that. Then she raises an eyebrow at me. Just one. All casual and bombshell like that. "And how exactly did you get the gauze and ointment all around your ballsack anyway? It's sort of difficult to see down there, behind your Teeny Tiny Daniels?"
I scowl at her. "Number one, it's more like Daniels Junior. There's nothing teeny or tiny about him, as you may recall. And number two, I had to ask a friend to help."
Her mouth is open in a cute little o shape that makes my mind run through a very naughty series of thoughts involving her, her mouth, the letter o, and my very favorite part of my own anatomy. "What?"
She snaps her mouth closed again. "You had to ask someone to help you? With your balls?"
"Well, yes. I mean, they're not going to bandage themselves and I really needed to talk to you in person."
She giggles. "We're doing so much talking too."
I shrug a little. "One of us is carrying the main weight of the conversation. The other is the strong, silent type."
When she stops laughing, she reaches over and pokes me in the chest. "Okay, spill it. Who did you have bandage up your package? Do I need to go rough up someone for looking at my man's best bits?"
My chest puffs out when she says I'm her man. I know that she maybe didn't really mean it in anything more than a teasing way, but I love the way it sounds. I've had girlfriends, sure, but like way back in middle school. Everyone knows I don’t do relationships. And I’ve never been with anyone in Lily's league.
I force myself out of my reverie and shrug innocently. "I'm not sure you could realistically do battle with the person at issue."
Her mouth twitches, but she goes along with my little ruse and plays up her mock outrage. "I may be small, but I'm scrappy and fierce. I'll cut someone if I need to."
She pretends to crack her knuckles and honestly, could she be any cuter? She's not only gorgeous and smart and talented, but she's also funny and charming. Even right after she orgasms.
I reach up and move up next to her, then twine my fingers in with hers. "There, there. You don't have to cut anybody on behalf of my balls. It was just Abernathy, and as I have mentioned in the past, our bro-mance is epic but strictly platonic."
She giggles again, this cute little sound that makes me want to entertain her over and over again. "Let me make sure I have this right. The one and only Thomas Abernathy came over to your bachelor pad and lovingly, tenderly stroked your sack and then bundled it up like it was a picnic."
I squirm a little at the direction she's taking this, but I nod. "He probably won't make eye contact with me after this, but yeah. He came through for me in a big way." I clear my throat. "And I do mean big."
She curls up on a laugh. "Why didn't you call your best friend? You know, the actual paramedic."
I pause and wait for her to figure out the math on this one. I wait as she lifts her hand from my face and covers her mouth.
"Oh," she says softly.
"Yeah. That." I snuggle closer to her, tracing lines of kisses along her body as I move up alongside her, until we are curled up against each other, all of her naked parts touching all of my half-dressed ones.
"I feel like I’ve messed everything up between you and Elliott." Her voice is soft and sad again, not at all the heady afterglow I'm interested in.
I shake my head. "Absolutely not. Elliott and I will always be best bros. But I didn't want to call him to tend to my injuries when I was already planning on giving his precious little sister three world-shaking orgasms."
Her eyebrows scrunch up. "Three? But it was only two."
I fake surprise with a theatrical skill that would likely earn me an Oscar. "What? Only two?" I shake my head. "I'd better check your math, Miss Lily."
And then I kiss my way back down the slopes and curves of her body until she's sighing and pressing up toward my hungry mouth again. Exactly the way I want her to be, over and over again, as often as possible.
