Page 118 of Stay With Me
“Tripp, I?—”
“Give me one more, sweetheart.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” I demand. “You’re takin’ my cock so well. Just one more. Then I’ll reward your needy cunt with my cum.”
I nod, biting my lower lip.
He rolls his hips and hits that sweet spot against my G-spot. Arching my back, I claw his arms as the room spins around us, and I soar through the intensity. The pleasure hits me so hard and fast, I scream louder than before.
“Oh my—” Words fail me as he buries his face in my neck and his body stills above me.
I squeeze his cock as he releases inside me and groans in my ear. A wave of satisfaction hits me at how hard he came because of me. Warmth settles in my chest at how content and happy I feel for the first time ever during sex.
“Sunny,goddamn.” His growl vibrates my skin and when my fingers dig into his back, he fully relaxes on top of me. “I think you’re tryin’ to kill me.”
My arms fall to the side like two boulders. “Me? You were hip-thrusting me into my grave. And now you’re tryna break off my oxygen supply.”
He coughs out a laugh as he lifts his chest off me. “Shit, we can’t have that. We’ve got big plans for Chatty in our future.”
My brows rise as I contemplate laughing or panicking. Now I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.
Then he adds, “I’m thinkin’ Willow if it’s a girl, though. Y’know, Sunflower and a Willow tree. It’d be kinda cute.”
“You’re fuckin’ with me,” I say, needing to hear him say it.
“Don’t like it? Maybe Ivy, Lily, Daisy?Belladonna?”
His tone is dead serious, and he’s not breaking character, so I smack his chest back to reality.
Finally, he cracks a smile. “You’re still too easy to rile up, Sunny.”
He captures my mouth for a tender kiss before lying next to me on the bed.
“Says the one who wants to name our child after apoisonousflower.”
Facing me, he sits up on his elbow and grins. “Remember who picked Chattanooga Tennessee.”
“A solid Southern boy’s name.” I nod firmly.
“Until the kids at school make fun of him and call him Noogie.”
I move to my side and mimic his stance. “Aww, that’s cute. Baby Noogie.”
He snorts, capturing my wild, loose strands and brushing them behind my ear. “At least he’ll have a tough-as-nails mama to beat up all his bullies.”
I can’t help losing my serious expression and chuckling at how he effortlessly plays along no matter how ridiculous the topic.
“I’m sure they’ll all be too scared of his lethal little sister,Belladonna, to mess with him.”
“Of course. And then whenFoxglovecomes along, everyone will be afraid of the deathly trio.”
I burst out with laughter. “Hell, I would be, too.”
The smile on my face is permanent at this point, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my cheeks hurt tomorrow.
Being able to play in the safety of our inside jokes, knowing we trust each other with our desires and fantasies without fear of scaring the other is something I’ve never had before.
