Her eyes widened, and she looked down at the basket, swallowing hard again.
“That doesn’t look itty-bitty.”
“Well, if you’re going to want my cock in that lovely ass of yours one day, we’re going to have to practice with something a little smaller.”
She blinked up at him, pressing her thighs together again.
“That’s something you want to do?” she asked, not knowing what she wanted his answer to be.
He reached around and slowly squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks slightly beneath the dress.
“Anything you want to do, I’m up for. But, yeah, the idea of sliding my cock into that very sweet ass of yours? Definitely something I want to try one day. If you’ll let me.”
“Oh.”
He kept talking about one day and in the future, and it made her just as wet as the idea of him sliding in and out of her.
Was she going to end up hurt because of it? Most likely. Did she care right now? Not in the slightest.
“Okay,” she whispered.
He froze.
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, we can practice with the... You know.”
He smiled.
“Nope, I don’t know. You’re going to have to lay it out for me.”
“Aaron.”
“Madison,” he whined, laughing.
“Fine. I’d love if you’d put that anal plug in my ass so you can prepare me if I ever let you fuck me there. How’s that?”
He threw his head back and laughed, and she pushed at his chest before he crushed his mouth to hers again. She sank into him.
“I love you talking all technical and dirty with me.”
“You are going to make me pull my hair out one day.”
“No, I won’t. You like spending time with me. And you like my taste. And you like me touching you.”
Actually, she loved it.
And she was petrified that she was falling for him. And not just his cock.
She couldn’t say anything, though.
Not when it could ruin everything.
“Touch me?” she whispered.
“Let’s get started.”
And then he kissed her slowly, and they gently removed each other’s clothes. She arched for him, needing his touch, needing everything.