“Where are you going?” I called to Presley as she slid from under the sheets.
“Mind your own business, bear.” She giggled as she danced into the kitchen.
I stretched and sat up, scooting higher in the bed until I was sitting against the headboard. My little mate was blossoming more and more every day. She’d gotten feistier and everything snarky she said to me got my dick hard. I loved watching her find her own way. It was a beautiful thing. I was ready for us to have a house built, though. I didn’t want any more “my house -your house.” I wanted our house and our things. I’d jumped headfirst into being mates and I was ready for everything that came with it. Marriage, if she wanted, babies, all of it.
Presley appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing and holding a can of whipped cream. “I have an idea.”
I choked on my spit and tripped over the sheet in my rush to get out of bed and to her. Making a fool of myself, I sat on the end of the bed and stared at her. “What is it?”
She was still giggling, her cheeks red. “I want to see if you taste good with whipped cream. Stand up.”
I did as she said. “Pres?”
She sauntered over to me and sprayed a drop of the cream onto my chest. Using her tongue to lick it off, she moaned and nodded to herself. “Mmm, delicious.”
I tried to kiss her, but she spun away from my kiss and wagged her finger at me.
“It’s my turn to be in control, Sam. You’ve been spoiling me and not asking for anything in return.” She sprayed another dot on my nipple and licked it clean with long, slow strokes. “I owe you a lot. You’ve helped me learn to trust. And, I do trust you, Sam. Completely. You helped me get over issues that I didn’t even know I had. You’ve made exploring my sexuality amazing and safe. There’s something I realized that we haven’t done, though.”
I was having a hard time understanding what she was saying with her mouth full of the whipped cream she was licking off my abs. “What?”
She grinned up at me as she sank to her knees in front of me. “I’ve never done this, so I’m sorry if I’m not very good.”
With that proclamation, she sprayed a long line of cream along my dick and then took me into her mouth, cleaning me with her tongue as she went. I swore loudly and locked my hands behind my head to keep from grabbing her hair.
I didn’t have to, though, because Presley moved her lips and tongue over me seductively, licking me like I was an ice cream cone. Then, she sucked hard as she popped her lips off me before taking me back into her mouth even deeper than before.
“Fuck! Presley…” My muscles strained as she tortured me with long, slow strokes and then fast and short ones. When she took just the head into her mouth and stroked the rest of my dick with her hands, I nearly lost it.
She looked up at me with wildly seductive eyes, and I lost control. I pulled her off me and sank to my knees in front of her. Ignoring her protests to let her finish, I flipped her around and put her on her hands and knees.
Without thinking, I slapped her ass hard before sliding into her wet core. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby.”
She moaned and arched her back. “I wanted to finish you the other way.”
I thrust into her harder. “Later. I need to be in you right now.”
She moaned as I slapped her ass again. “Sam, you feel so good.”
I tangled my hand in her hair and held on while I fucked her in hard, fast strokes. I wasn’t going to last long. Her body was already tightening around me and I could feel myself on the edge.
She pushed her body back into mine and cried out my name over and over until she shook. “Sam! I love you!”
I froze and growled as my own orgasm was ripped out of me. I sank my teeth in her neck, tasting our mark, reveling in it as I came apart over her. “I love you, baby.”
Another few cans of whipped cream later, and we were both exhausted. Resting together on the bathroom floor, I cupped her ass in my hands and groaned. She was perfect. Every part of her felt like heaven.
“This is never going to get old.” She turned on her side and looked down at me. “Right?”
I grinned at her. “Not possible. We’re going to be significantly less productive for the rest of our lives because of our need for lots of ‘together time,’ but it will never get old.”
She traced the skin around my nipple and blushed. “I can’t wait to design the house. I know how to have electricity turned on now, you know?”
I laughed. “You’re going to be doing a lot more than that. You’re in charge of everything. We’re going into a dry season, so I’m going to be busy with work. That means you choose what you want. I’ll just move in when you’re finished.”
She pressed a kiss to my chest and rested her head there. “What if I want a pink kitchen?”
I grimaced. “I’ll deal with it.”
“And a pink bedroom?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“And a pink bathroom. And pink walls in the living room. No TVs. And—”
I grabbed her and dragged her on top of me. “You’re trying to make me spank you, aren’t you?”
She grinned. “I hope so.”
Heaven. I’d found heaven.
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