Page 42 of A Little Puck Luck

“Are we talking about kink now?”

I shrugged. It didn’t have to be kink. I just wanted to get things right. The last time we had sex, we were kids, and I didn’t know squat about how to really truly pleasure a woman or how a different position could make things better.

“If you want to do kink, we can. But I’m not keen on BDSM stuff. It’s just not me,” I told her.

Annie giggled at the last bit. I couldn’t see her being into that kind of thing either, and if we did it, she would have to be the dom, and yeah, that was not happening until she was fully healed from her trauma.

I rubbed her breasts some more. I couldn’t help myself. I really wanted to suck on them too, but we needed to have this conversation before we went any further.

I stared deep into her beautiful blue-colored eyes. They were hooded.

Please, please tell me what I could do to make you happy.

“For now, just do me. Or maybe we can use some of the stuff you keep in the pantry.”

I captured her lips once more and gently pushed her onto the bed. I could make all of that happen.

We finally got each other fully naked, and she surprised me by pulling my rubber band from my hair so it fell loose. It felt oddly personal when she played with my hair, but I loved it when she pushed it back behind my ear.

Reaching over, I pulled out a condom from my nightstand. And much to my surprise, she plucked it from my hands and rolled it over my cock.

That was my Annie. The one before the asshole. I loved seeing her exert herself like that.

I moved down and put my lips on her pussy. Damn, it felt like heaven with her already wet for me. I wanted to lap up all her juice.

Her moans started to build, which made it so much harder to continue to be good and not just plunge right into her. Instead, I continued to rub and suck until I felt her muscles start to seize up. Then, I immediately pulled back.

She slapped my shoulder, causing me to grin like a maniac. But it was worth it because she was so damn close, and I wasn’t going to last once I entered her. I needed to get her close first.

I leaned up and sucked on her breast as I lined myself up at her entrance. When I pushed in, she was so much tighter than I remembered. I kept rubbing her clit as I moved.

Thankfully, she was right back on the edge of her climax, so I pushed hard and fast. When she came, she moaned and arched her back.

Damn, she was so fucking beautiful.

I felt myself explode into the condom. With a grunt, I fell back onto the bed and wrapped my arms around her body as I inhaled the beautiful, florally vanilla scent that radiated from her.

I haven’t truly cuddled anyone since I last dated her. Cuddling was too personal and just not something you do with transactional sex acts.

She broke the silence with a muffled, “God, I’ve missed doing this with you.”

I kissed the nape of her neck and replied, “Ditto. Just let me know when you’re ready for round two.”

She leaned up onto her elbow and turned her head. “Don’t tell me you’re already ready.”

I had a semi and was ready for more. There were so many things I wanted to do with her. But I knew before we could talk about round two too much, I had to break our cuddle.

“Maybe. Be right back.”

I got out of the bed to head to the bathroom.

Since our pregnancy scare—well, it wasn’t really a scare when we had a son, but it was hard to unlearn that idea—I became vigilant with always replacing a condom after each and every time I climaxed. Of course, there was also all the stuff to make sure I didn’t get a UTI.

Then, I rushed downstairs to the pantry and grabbed the little tray I stashed up at the very top. But knowing my love was a lady, I also grabbed some spoons to get everything out of the peanut butter and fluff.

Fearing she might have fallen asleep, I rushed back to the bedroom, but she was out like a light.

I set everything on the nightstand and scooped her up into my arms again so I could sleep a little bit before the morning. When we woke up, we would play with the food.

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