Page 71 of Down My Chimney

“Didn’t you tell me nothing was going to stop you from being inside of me within five minutes?” I asked. “Didn’t you say that like, half an hour ago?”

“You’ve never heard of hyperbole?”

“I thought you weren’t an English major anymore,” I grumbled. “Shouldn’t you be all about sealing the deal? Giving me some kind of buy-one-get-one promotion for orgasms?”

“You think you’re cute, huh?”

“I really do.”

He grinned. “Unfortunately, I do too.”

“Unfortunately!” I swatted at him. “What kind of thing is that to say to your boyfriend?”

But I clapped a hand to my mouth as soon as I heard what I’d said.

“What?” Blake asked.

I winced. “I just—I didn’t mean—that is, we’ve never actually used that word before.”

“Um, you’d fucking better be my boyfriend.” Blake gave me a serious look. “I don’t go around having Crisco sex with just anybody.”

“Well, yourboyfriendwould like to point out that you haven’t actually had Crisco sex with him yet either.”

Blake laughed. “You’re a pest, you know that?”

“I do.”

“I’ve missed it.” He grabbed the Crisco canister, then wiggled his eyebrows. “All right, my little sugar cookie. Time to fill you up with my—” he squinted, reading the label “—fully hydrogenated palm oil.”

“Oh my God, palm oil. So hot.”

“You think that’s hot, just wait ‘til you find out there’s soybean oil in this too.”

“Fuck, so sexy.”

“Monoanddiglycerides.”

I smiled. “Diglycer-glide your cock right into me, please.”

Blake slid up in bed and kissed me again. I wrapped my legs around him, and he ran a hand up my thigh.

“Mmm, I like this.”

“There are some benefits to being a koala that I don’t think I fully appreciated before,” I said. “Like how it lets me do this.” I slid my hand in between us, stroking our cocks together, and Blake shuddered against me. “We have so much to thank koalas for, really.”

He was deeply attentive, as always, and slower than I would have liked, also as always. Though, to be fair, anything short of him being inside meright that instantwould have been slower than I wanted.

It felt amazing as he slicked up a finger and slid it inside me. It really had been a while, so it was probably smart to be careful. But I just ached for him. My head fell back on the pillow, and I moaned as he eased me open.

“Good?” he said softly.

I opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me, his gaze so gentle I melted.

“So good.” I reached up to stroke his cheek. “So, so good.”

Blake always made me feel so safe, so cared for, but for the first time, I wasn’t second-guessing it. I wasn’t wondering how long this would last, or bracing for him to change his mind.

I had him back and I was never letting go.

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