A fire sparks in me, and I bury my head in Juno’s neck, thrusting over and over, chasing my own pleasure.
“I’m coming,” she pants in my ear. Her fingernails dig hard into my shoulder blades.
I don’t increase my pace, waiting for her to clench around me before I chase my own orgasm. As if on cue, her thighs tighten around my waist and she cries out in my ear, singing my praises. I thrust harder into her until a million asteroids break apart into little stars behind my eyelids and I empty myself inside her.
The weight of my body falls on top of her and I have never felt this at peace.
Rising up on my elbows, I stare at her. Her skin is flushed and she’s still catching her breath. “Still weird?”
She hits my back. “Turns out I quite like your penis.”
I kiss her lips. “Can we please stop calling it my penis now?”
“Do you want me to come up with a name for it?”
I pull out of her, and sure enough, I’m still at half-mast, almost ready to go again. “I was thinking more just cock or dick.”
I sit up and she stretches her arms over her head. Her naked body is still bare for me to worship. “I feel like you want me to name it Anaconda or something.”
“We could just go with Boss.” I laugh, heading into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When I come back, Juno’s digging through my drawer for a T-shirt. She pulls one out and moves to my shorts drawer. We’re so comfortable together, how will we keep this dating stage new and exciting?
I sit on the edge of the bed, admiring her ass as she’s bent over. She turns around and I put my arms out for her to come to me. She does. Hopefully, this is a good sign that she’s over being uncomfortable with the idea of us being naked together.
“Do you want a shirt?” She holds out the one she already has in her hands.
“No. You can wear my shirt, but I’ll take the shorts.”
“Let me grab you a pair.”
I shake my head. “You’re going to wear my T-shirt without anything underneath.”
She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. “Why?”
“Because all the times I sat there and watched you in my shorts and shirt, I always wished you were only wearing my shirt and nothing else.”
“So this is like a fantasy?” She grins.
“Do you have any fantasies?”
She shrugs, climbing off my lap and putting on the T-shirt.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I grab the hem and pull her toward me, my hands sliding up her chest. “I didn’t say to put the shirt on now.”
“I’m starving and I’m not going to eat naked.”
I let the T-shirt fall and snatch the shorts off the bed, stepping into them. “How about some 9 ½ Weeks action?”
“You know I’ve never seen that movie?” She glances back at me before disappearing out of my bedroom.
“That’s changing right now.” We walk down the stairs and I slide my arms around her waist, pulling her back to me, making it difficult for us to get to the kitchen. “I think I beat off to that movie every day the summer after I turned fourteen.”
She circles around, and I pick her up, her legs winding around my waist. “Hmm… and here I thought maybe you only beat off to me?”
“Well, you were still flat-chested then.” She hits my back and I put her on the kitchen counter, my hands sliding up her thighs to part them, my fingers dangerously close to her center. “Don’t worry, you’re number one.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m flattered.”
I open the fridge. Unfortunately, I haven’t really gone grocery shopping this week because I anticipated being away for my honeymoon.
“I don’t have much.” I set eggs on the counter behind me and a pizza I ordered last night but never finished.
“Tell me something you imagine about me when you’re jerking off.”
I glance over my shoulder and cock an eyebrow. “Is that your kink?”
She shrugs. “There were times that I… you know…”
I abandon the fridge and nestle my hips between her legs again. “No, I don’t know. I’ll tell you if you tell me.”
A blush runs up her neck, hitting her cheeks.
“You don’t have to be shy with me.” I pull her to the edge of the counter and her arms fall over my shoulders.
“You tell me first.”
I nod. “Well, I fantasized about you wearing my T-shirts with nothing on underneath, like I said,