“Eat? No.” I give my head a slow shake. “Devour? Definitely.”
Goose bumps rise along her arms. She backs up until she hits the mattress and sits on the edge. Tucking her feet under her, she rises to her knees, motioning me closer.
Every part of me wants to tackle her and do exactly what I said, devour. But that implies quick and dirty. It’s been a week. I want slow and long right from the start. I sweep her hair over her shoulders and skim the length of her arm.
Starting at her shoulder, I follow the line of her collarbone to her neck with my lips. When I reach her jaw, I brush one nipple with the pad of my thumb. Sunny moans.
“I missed that sound.” I circle her nipple to see if she’ll do it again. She does. Sunny grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls up. “Easy, baby.”
“Oh, right. Your arms.”
I take care of getting my shirt off. It doesn’t feel good. My arms are red and sensitive.
Sunny smooths her hands down my chest and glances up, the tip of her tongue pressed between her teeth, when she reaches the waistband. She flicks open the button and pulls down the zipper, exposing the red underwear. The head of my cock is playing peek-a-boo. “Looks like someone’s excited to see me.”
“We sure are.”
She strokes the tip with her finger. “What’s with the underwear?”
“Tryin’ something new.”
“Hmm. They’re a little inadequate, don’t you think.”
“You wanna get a better look? Give me your assessment?”
She sits back on her knees. “Go for it.”
I drop my shorts. “I think they do a good job of highlighting my business.”
“They’re way too small. You should take them off.”
“Maybe you should do that with your teeth.” I tackle her to the bed and she dissolves in a fit of giggles. “I love that sound.”
Sliding an arm under her, I lift her and army-crawl us to the pillows. The comforter feels like sandpaper on the chemical burns, but everywhere else it’s soft skin against mine, so I’ll live. I kiss her chin before I take her lips again. I could spend hours with my mouth on Sunny’s. Eventually I move to her breasts and devote some attention there. I keep moving south, appreciating the hitch in her breath when I get below her navel.
I lift the waistband of her panties and take a peek inside, exhaling relief when I see the waxer left the landing strip. I sit up on my knees and pull the thong over her hips. The landing strip is an arrow.
“Let me guess; Vi put you up to this.”
She grins. “I thought it would be funny.”
I slide the fabric down her soft, smooth legs. “I bet you did.” Holding up the material I ask, “And this?”
“I wanted to try something new, too. It feels like a permanent wedgie, though.”
“I vote no underwear forever and only dresses; then I can have cookie snacks whenever I want.”
“Best idea ever.”
I spread her thighs and lower my head. “We’re gonna have so much fun this weekend.”
Sex with Sunny isn’t crazy or loud, but it’s fun and bendy and about more than just a trip to Orgasmia.
Later we have a shower and order takeout. I don’t bother putting clothes on, because screw that. Also, it’s a lot easier to have spontaneous sex when we’re already naked. Which is exactly what we do, several times.
I think Sunny’s passed out on my chest after I put on a movie, but she surprises me when she lifts her head. “Can I stay here tonight?”
“You can stay here all weekend. The right side of my bed is yours whenever you want to use it.” I kiss the top of her head.
“Speaking of bed, I’d like to go there now.”
“You tired, sweets? You wanna go to sleep?”
“No. I want you to love me.”
“You’re not tired of being loved yet?”
She touches her lips to mine. “Never.”
EPILOGUE
WALKING ON SUNSHINE