“I can’t believe we never did this earlier,” she panted.
“I know.”
“What the hell were we doing instead?”
“Other people,” I said.
She shook her head. “Mistakes.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
I stayed inside her as I rolled on to my side, taking her with me so we were facing each other on the bed. My eyes wandered to the dip of her waist between her hips and her shoulders. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that body from me all these years,” I said. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t know what a bossy pants you were in the bedroom until now.”
“Could we not use words like bossy pants when I’m still inside you?”
“Sorry.”
“Was it too much though?”
“What?”
“Telling you what to do like that. I just got excited, and I know how long it takes you to make decisions.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I smiled. “If I waited for you to decide what we should do first, we’d probably still be making a pros and cons list.”
“That is not fair.”
“It’s completely fair.”
“Just cause I like to be organized, doesn’t mean I putz around in the bedroom,” she said.
“I wish I could say I was sorry.”
“But you’re not?”
“No,” I said. “As soon as we came in here, I couldn’t stop looking at your mouth.”
“And wishing it would stop moving?”
“No. Thinking it would look better with my dick in it.”
She rolled her eyes. “You are the worst.”
I pulled my hips back until I’d slid out of her. Then I reached behind me and grabbed the edge of the thick comforter we were lying on and pulled it over us so we were essentially wrapped in the world’s most expensive sleeping bag.
“Well, I may be the worst,” I said, looking in her eyes. “But you might be the best.”
“You don’t have to say that just because-”
“I’m not just saying it,” I said. “I feel like a virgin again.”
She laughed. “Your first time must’ve been a lot better than mine.”
“Seriously, I feel like you’ve introduced me to something completely new.”