Page 351 of S is for SEX

“Jesus fuck, Michael! Okay, off limits for a few minutes. I can’t fucking think. I can’t anything. Holy fuck. I feel like I’ve been in a car wreck. I need a few minutes. Maybe an hour or so,” I shook my head and did my best to laugh.

As he rolled past my legs and relaxed beside me, he turned to his side and smiled as he wiped his face. Slowly, I slid my hands to my hips and pressed my thumbs into my hips.

Nothing.

I shook my head and turned on my side to face him.

“What are you doing to me?” I breathed.

“Doing my best to love you, Vee. I don’t want you to ditch me,” he smiled.

“Ditch you? You mean leave you?” I asked.

“Yep,” he responded.

“Well, that’s not going to happen,” I pressed my elbow into the bed, my head in my hand, and kissed him on the lips.

“Not,” I kissed his upper lip.

“Going,” I kissed his upper lip.

“To happen,” I kissed him long and passionately, holding his chin in my free hand as we kissed.

As our lips parted, I looked into his eyes, “I’m here for a lifetime, Ripp.”

“Me too. And I like it when you call me Michael. Kind of,” he smiled.

“Kind of?” I asked.

“Yeah. I guess I like both. But it’s cute when you call me Michael,” he smiled.

“I’m here for a lifetime too, Vivian,” he said as he slapped my ass with his hand.

“Good, it’s settled. And I like it when you call me Vivian. Kind of,” I smiled.

“Kind of?” he asked.

“Yeah, I like both. And I’m here for a lifetime of lifetimes,” I said as I slapped him on the ass with my free hand.

“Speaking of here for a lifetime, you suppose they’re still here?” he asked.

“Who?” I narrowed my gaze and stared, confused.

“Nikki and Austin,” he smiled.

“Holy shit. I forgot about them,” I sat up and grinned.

“Me too,” he chuckled as he sat up and grabbed his shorts from the floor.

“I’m starving and my legs are rubbery,” I said as I attempted to stand.

“Who’s leading the way?” he asked as he zipped his shorts.

I pulled my shorts up, buttoned them, and zipped them. I pulled the dresser drawer open and grabbed a sports bra and tee shirt. After I worked myself into my bra and pulled my shirt over my head, I walked to where Michael stood and held out my hand.

“How about let’s go together, as an us,” I laughed as I held my hand out, waiting for him to hold it in his.

“An us,” he grinned

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