“Yes, good thing,” I tacitly agreed.
As we lay languidly in the straw, bits and pieces of it were sticking to our sweaty skin, our asses jabbed by the ticklish things. Our little discomfort was outweighed, though, by the remnants of pleasure still rippling lightly through our bellies. The feelings were hard to avoid.
“Ah, my darling,” her voice deepened sensuously, “I can’t wait to f**k you proper.”
“You did just f**k me proper,” I returned.
“Oh, but there’s more. Inspiration I took from our weekend.”
“And what’s that?” I turned to my side and she turned to hers so we were facing inches apart, our hands resting on the other’s hip.
Her bright eyes twinkled. “When you’re ready.” She kissed me.
“Ready for s*x again? I think I’m perpetually ready, especially after denying myself s
