Three Little Words

We finished in the shower and dried off with fresh towels. I followed as she danced into my bedroom. She’d found a new reserve of energy somewhere, while I was ready to wind down and go to sleep. Some ridiculous part of me actually thought about arguing with her, but the little head dragged it out back and beat some sense into it.

“You’re talking to yourself again, aren’t you?” Christy said. “I can see it.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“What about?”

“Stupid argument. The little head won.”

Her eyebrows rose. “He did?”

“Yeah. He wants to spend as much time with you as he can.”

“Anywhere in particular?” She climbed onto the bed and lay back, as if she needed to make her point even more obvious.

“You’re a little sex kitten when you get worked up, aren’t you?”

“Would you rather I act all pure and innocent?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“No. So you’re okay if I’m a sex kitten?”

“Totally. And the best part is, I’m pretty sure you’re sober.”

“I’m drunk on you instead. And I need another shot.”

“Sounds good to me. Scoot over. I want you on top of me.”

“Yes, sir.”

I lay on the bed and guided her into a sixty-nine. She started playing with my dick immediately. Unfortunately, she was short enough that I couldn’t reach her pussy to lick it. I had a fantastic view of her pink slit, but I had to content myself with using my fingers. She didn’t seem to mind.

She coaxed another orgasm from my balls and swallowed every drop.

Then she scooted back so I could return the favor. Her pussy was soaked, and she came quickly once I started licking her clit in earnest.

I was ready for sleep at that point, but she had other ideas. She lay back in bed and crossed her wrists over her head. She looked at my limp manhood and then made puppy-dog eyes. I knew exactly what she wanted, but I hesitated.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” she said.

“It gets easier every time.”

“It does,” she said softly. Then she composed herself and looked up at me. “Please, sir, will you feed me your penis?”

“I can’t believe I was such an idiot,” I said after a moment.

Her brow furrowed. “How?”

“I was dating all those other girls, when I should’ve been paying attention to you instead.”

“And don’t you forget it!”

“Not a chance.”

I straddled her chest, and she raised her head till she could reach the tip of my cock. She sucked it for several minutes, until it was good and hard. I braced my hands on the wall and slowly fucked her mouth. She sensed when I was ready to come and pulled me toward her with hands on the backs of my thighs. Then she moaned and swallowed greedily as I shot load number five down her throat.

We took a break and walked naked to the kitchen for juice and a snack. I made a cheese sandwich for her and a ham one for me. Then I rummaged in the pantry and found graham crackers, which we covered with peanut butter.

She used her finger to clean the knife and then made a show of sucking it off her finger.

“You’re insatiable,” I said. Again.

“No, I’m in love. Now I can say it. And show it.” She slid from her chair and crawled between my legs.

“You want more?” I said. “Seriously?”

“Mmm, I always want more. I can’t get enough of you.” She pushed my knees apart and planted kisses down my inner thigh.

I gasped when she nuzzled my balls and I felt her hot breath. Then she captured the tip of my penis and swirled her tongue around it.

“Mmm, I love feeling you get hard in my mouth.”

I’d had enough time to recover, but I was also half-asleep, especially with food in my stomach. She gave me a long, languid blowjob, with plenty of sighs and soft moans, to the point where I wasn’t entirely sure who was enjoying it more.

I eventually fed her load number six, and she kept sucking while my cock shrank to normal size. Then she released it and rested her head on my thigh.

“Do I really have to go soon?” she asked.

“You’ll see me again when I pick you up in San Diego.”

“I know. But that’s, like, a week.”

“It’s two days,” I said with a laugh. “You fly home later today. Then Christmas day. I’ll see you the day after.”

“But it seems like a week.”

“You’ll survive,” I said gently.

“I know, but I don’t want to go.” She looked up at me. “How long until we have to leave for the airport?”

I looked at my watch. “Five hours, give or take.”

She grinned suggestively. “Do you think you can come five more times?”

“No! I need sleep. So do you.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I need you more than sleep.”

“Come on, Little Bit.” I lifted her to her feet and then stood as well. “I’ll set an alarm for an hour before we have to get up and get ready.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

We set our plates and glasses in the sink and then turned out the light. I followed her through the living room and closed the bedroom door behind us.

She dutifully slid under the sheets and watched me as I took off my watch and set the alarm on the bedside clock. I returned her gaze for a moment.

“I love you,” I said softly.

“I love you too.”