Proves that we’ve changed from our previous selves.
Moving my hand, I allow it to run through his short black locks.
Lifting his head, he looks up and rests his chin against my chest, his eyes staring into mine as I peer down at him.
“You know I never stopped loving you.”
He’s saying the truth.
It makes me smile.
“Like I never stopped my fascination with your cock,” I huff and listen to how he chuckles.
“Still fucking obsessed.” He shakes his head. “Jeez, woman. Pierce cock isn’t some fascinating discovery.”
“You’d be surprised how few men have one piercing,” I acknowledge. “Now you have three.”
“I’m fulfilling your pierced cock fantasy, huh?” He seems pleased. “Want me to get one more? Apparently, four is a lucky number.”
“Fuck, no.” I curse and shake my head with horror written all over my face. “I can’t believe you survived three.”
“Passed the fuck out on the third,” he admits with pride. “Wolfgang had to carry my ass and sign the waiver that I won’t sue.”
“You went with Wolfgang?” I’m intrigued now.Give me the deets.“Spill.”
His grin is far too wide as he’s up and sitting on his knees.
“Nah. You gotta earn that from him,” he declares.
“No!” I gasp. “He won’t spill! That secretive Russian will take it to his grave!”
“Probably.” He’s laughing. “You gotta work it out of him.”
He winks at me.
This man!
“He wouldn’t let me,” I mutter while studying him. “You wouldn’t let me do that.”
“Why not, Sweet Kay?” God. He’s testing these waters again. “Don’t think I’d allow it?”
I bite my bottom lip. “You wouldn’t.”
“The me from back then wouldn’t,” he agrees, and I give him credit for acknowledging that.
More personal growth.
“And now?” I barely get the question out.
“Now, I’m different.”
It’s all I’m getting out of him as he has his cock in his grasp and is stroking himself.
“And want my cock inside you now.”
“Fair,” I say with a smirk. “But we get to come back to this.”
“Mmhmm,” he replies as he teases my entrance with his tip. I shiver at the feel of the chilled metal. “Later.”