I continue to lick her until she has fully settled and relaxed. Her eyes flash open, and the smallest of smiles passes over her lips before she covers her mouth.

“Are you about to fucking laugh?” I ask, sitting up.

She shakes her head, but she’s lying.

“You are. You’re about to laugh.” I grip her side and give her a tiny shake, which of course causes her to let out that laugh of hers. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry,” she says in a cutely shy way. “I just…I’ve never spoken like that before.”

I lift a brow. “You mean when you come?”

“Yeah,” she says. “I just shocked myself is all.”

“Good,” I say and then smooth my hand up her stomach and between her breasts, where I rest my palm, right at the base of her neck. Her smile falters, and her breathing picks up again. “I like that you shocked yourself. It was incredibly hot, Scottie.”

She swallows and then lifts up and pulls me in close so her lips press against mine.

And I fucking love that.

I love that she has no problem kissing me after I’ve gone down on her. I love that she wants more. I love that she feels confident enough to even seek out more.

“I…I want to touch you,” she says.

“Touch me all you want, babe,” I say as I play with her left breast, rubbing her nipple in between my fingers.

“I want you to lie down so I can touch you.”

Seeing a bit of confidence in her, I take that moment to kiss her one more time and then lie back on the bed, my cock still hard as a rock.

She gets in a position where she nearly hovers over me, then her hand trails over my pecs, around my nipples, which makes my cock twitch, and then down my stomach, bypassing my cock altogether and teasing me.

“Is your plan to torture me?” I ask.

“No, just gaining some more courage.”

“Courage for what? Pips, you touch me any way you want, and I’m going to fucking love it.”

“You’re just…intimidating.” She glances down at my dick, and it takes everything in me not to chuckle.

“It’s just a dick, Scottie.”

“An intimidating one.” Her finger lightly grazes the side, and I twitch again.

“Is it the piercings?” I ask.

“I mean…yeah. Do they hurt?”

“No,” I answer. “They’re really fucking sensitive and make the entire experience so much fucking better.”

“Oh,” she says and then moves her finger around the piercings, causing me to stiffen from the gentle touch.

“Jesus,” I hiss as she starts doing figure eights around the four piercings. I didn’t think I could grow harder, but here I am, aching for more, throbbing for more.

Reaching for more.