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The pair of them slept late the next morning, curled up together like conjoined twins. Ash got them hooked together again at the first opportunity. There was nothing so pleasing as a bit of morning glory when you had a willing partner to hand.
“You’ve been getting ahead with your rewards,” Ginny mused, pouring over her chart as they ate brunch, standing in the kitchen, taking turns to dip strawberries into the sugar bowl and feed them to one another. The cream he’d been certain he’d seen in the fridge, seemed to have magically disappeared when he went searching for it today, along with anything containing even a hint of fish, and the head of broccoli that had definitely been in the veg drawer.
“So, tell me what I need to do to get things evened out.”
She released the corner of the chart, so that it rolled up. “First up, help get the place straightened out.”
Ash glanced around. “What’s up with it?”
“It’s a tip, that’s what. We should dust and push the hoover ’round.”
Not so that he could see. It wasn’t messy. They’d been tidying away after themselves, and conscientiously washing and drying the dishes. He definitely didn’t think hoovering was necessary. Spook had a housekeeper who dealt with that sort of crap.
“Don’t you think that’s overkill?”
“I think when you’re staying somewhere for free it’s only right to maintain it to the standard it was when you arrived.”
Christ! That was taking things a bit far. Had she met Spook? She did realise he was anally obsessive when it came to tidiness. “I think we should go over to the studio again, or I could give your nails a fresh manicure.”
“That would be pointless before the housework.”
“Come on, Ginny. Who wants to be scrubbing floors and fluffing cushions when we could be—”
“Could be what?”
“—sploshing,” he said, lobbing a strawberry at her. “Where did you hide the cream? I want to splatter it all over you, and lick it off.” He opened the fridge and raked around inside it. The fresh cream still proved elusive, but he did locate a can of the squirty variety. He snapped off the top, and turned towards her grinning maniacally. “Come to Ash, little Ginny Bear. You know you totally want a cream-filled brassiere.”
“Ash, don’t you dare! Seriously, no, no…” She raised her hands towards him, then took off like a gazelle towards the lounge. Ash wheeled between the bits of furniture giving chase, ducking whenever she lobbed a cushion, and spraying cream whenever she got close. There were blobs of it in her hair, and down her back by the time he cornered her at the bottom of the stairs.
“Ash,” she pleaded, between giggles. “Don’t.” Slowly, she retreated backward up the stairs.
Ash lunged and grabbed her ankle, then squirted cream up her skirt.
“Aw! No, you fucker, no!” She drummed her hand against his back, but he held on tight and refused to let go, so that they toppled against the stairs, whereupon he crawled up over her, and sprayed a smile onto her face.
“You’re an idiot,” she complained.
He licked off the cream, then delved his tongue inside her mouth and kissed her until she was clawing at his shirt trying to pull it from him. Ash reared back and let her undo his fly. The primary effect of the G-plan so far hadn’t been so much on his motor functioning as on his libido. After his diagnosis, he’d somehow fallen asleep, but now he’d woken again, and the world was full of bright colours and possibilities, and Ginny. She was his constant, the one piece of perfection in an ever-swirling landscape. She had his back, and his front, and…her hand around his cock. He shuddered. Oh man, that was good!
Also, he was actually serious about the covering her tits in cream thing. Maybe even in more than one variety of it. For now, he settled with easing down the lacy cups of her bra and drawing circles around her nipples with the cream, then sucking each of them clean. When she gasped and grumbled, he wrote ‘I love you,’ across the flat of her belly, which he then amended to ‘I love licking you.’ Well, it was true. All of her. Every inch. Fact was, he couldn’t get enough of her
“I’m going to smell like someone’s hurled over me,” she complained.
“Nah, I’m cleaning you, aren’t I? Where else needs a bit of tongue action?” He circled around her nipples again, paying particular attention to their crinkled peaks.
“If you spray that anywhere near my cunt, I’m going to hurt you.”
“You wouldn’t hurt little old me,” he claimed, while inching up her skirt. He laughed when she kicked and attempted to bat him away. “Ash, I’m serious. Spray my tits all you like, but cream doesn’t belong anywhere near my genitals.”
“Ooh! That was a very proper statement. Genitals,” he faked a nasal upper-class sneer. “Ashley, you’re just so despicably dirty and uncouth, I don’t know how I ever condescend to being with you.” He switched voices. “It’s ’cause you likes the way I nails your ripe puss, ma’am, that’s how. You love it when I screw you until you squeal, and your pussy tugs at me ’cause it can’t get enough. Them posh boys don’t know how to doos you rough.” He raised his head, so that they were facing again, him on top gazing down in the golden pools of her eyes. Her staring back at him in open-mouthed wonder. “What do you say to me spilling some pearls over you instead?”
“Savage,” she rasped, but there was a twinkle in her eyes.
Ash moved up the stairs, so that he was straddling her shoulders. “Just give him a little suck first.”
Like the blindingly good sidekick she was, Ginny dutifully opened her mouth and let him slide inside. Oh yeah, she knew how to treat him right. She knew exactly how to make this dirty little act feel good. Not too much, though, he didn’t want things getting out of hand, and that meant beating a fast retreat from the warm cavern of her mouth the moment the surging sensation started in his balls.
