Page 96 of Everything After
I laughed and slapped his back. “Buddy, you need to grow a pair and kick back, or those parents of your bride will ride your ass hard for the rest of your life.”
“I loved seeing everyone, but I’d forgotten how exhausting socializing can be at times,” Lily remarked as she slumped lazily onto the couch and stretched her hands above her head.
“Are you tired?” I asked, concerned.
“Not exactly, it’s more that my brain feels fried,” she replied.
I frowned. “If your brain is fried, then you’re tired,” I argued.
“My body doesn’t feel fatigued.” Lily lifted her legs and dropped them to the floor again, as if to show me she still had some energy.
“Are you tired?” she probed in return.
“Depends. Are you going to ask me to do something?” I hedged, smiling.
“I didn’t have anything specific in mind, I was just asking.”
“I could suggest some specifics,” I muttered playfully, wagging my eyebrows.
“Do those specifics have anything to do with sex?” she countered, smirking.
“Define sex,” I probed with a wicked glint in my eyes.
“Sex,” she said again and chuckled.
“Are we talking oral sex, penetrative sex, anal… I need to be clear on exactly what we’re discussing.”
“Discussing? You want to discuss sex?” Lily asked, laughing.
“I’d rather be participating,” I confessed with a grin.
“I bet,” she replied dryly, and bit back a naughty smile.
“You brought the subject up,” I reminded her.
“No, I didn’t,” she argued indignantly.
“Did so. You said… blah blah… anything to do with sex?”
“Hm, I did, didn’t I?”
“Do you want sex?” I asked, sounding hopeful.
“Again, that depends. Suggest what you want to do with me,” Lily challenged as she sat up, turned her attention fully on me and narrowed her gorgeous green eyes.
“Well, you’re putting me on the spot now. Let’s see…” I mumbled, tapping my index finger against my lips. Lily’s eyes grew dark and widened a little, her focus firmly on my mouth. “I guess I’m more of an improvisor than I thought, because I don’t have one specific act in mind. But… I can see a lot of wet tongue, hard clit, bare pussy lips, and maybe a finger or two.”
Lily chuckled as she squirmed in her seat. “A finger or two?” she asked playfully.
“Or three… maybe a thumb at the back door?”
“Are you planning on hitching a ride somewhere?” she questioned, biting back a grin as she pretended to look confused.
I made the gesture of two upturned fingers poking forward and my thumb wiggling in a circular motion to imitate finger fucking and massaging a clit.
“Damn, Alfie, that’s real talent there. Can you also pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time?”
Lurching forward, I grabbed her wrists and pinned her back on the couch with her arms above her head.
