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My heart leaps at the first brush of his tongue against me. It’s a long and languid lick, delving between my lips to stroke my most tender bud.
“Mmm,” he moans into my core, and I clutch the top of his curls.
“Oh, Alfie,” I mewl. He continues to drag and flick his tongue, keeping me squirming. He’s so persistent, I begin to wonder if he’s even breathing when he comes up for air.
“Fuck, Georgie.” He gasps followed by a satiated groan. “I could suckle this sweet bean all day and still be hungry for more.”
Proving his point, he dives back in like a man famished. He never stops lavishing my sweet bean and adds two fingers, sliding and curling them inside me. My thighs tremble on either side of his head.
“Uh-uh,” he chastises, the sound muffled by my flesh, and pushes my knee back out. He pulls back just enough to look up at me with a wicked glint and says, “I’m skipping dinner for this, so you better let me eat.”
I laugh, entranced by his eagerness. I feel so wanted. I’m not thinking about what I look like or how I sound. I’m not worried about whether or not he likes my taste or if I should have shaved.
All I can think about is him and how good he makes me feel—
“Oh, fuck—I’m going to co—” I’m rendered speechless as I . . . as I pee?!
“Oh bloody hell,” I curse in humiliation and try to push him back, but he doesn’t move or let me close my legs. He smiles up at me like he just won the bloody lottery.
“You are one incredible specimen, Georgie.” I stare at him, gobsmacked. Why is he just sitting there? Why isn’t he running for the door, or the shower at the very least?!
Then he sucks on the fingers that were inside me with a delirious moan. He pulls them out with a dramatic pop. “Mm, mm, mm, finger lickin’ good.”
I’m quite certain I’m existing in an alternate universe. Or perhaps experiencing an incredibly vivid sex dream. Either way, I’m pretty sure Alfie—whether a figment of my imagination or not—just used a fried chicken slogan to describe my . . . unmentionables.
“I was really hoping to fuck you tonight, but I think I’d die a happy man if I can keep making you squirt like that for the rest of the night.”
Realization hits me and I want to cry with relief. “I squirted. I squirted!” I practically shriek.
“Like a fucking geyser, baby.”
“I’ve never done that before. I thought I . . .” My relief quickly fades. How sure am I that I didn’t?
“Peed? Nah, this is that sweet, sweet bean juice.”
I barely process his ridiculous phrasing, too concerned with, “How can you tell?”
“Well, for one, you went to the bathroom ten minutes ago, so it’s unlikely you have accumulated that much already. And two—perhaps most telling—it doesn’t have a smell.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” My heartbeat returns to a pace not indicative of cardiac arrest. “Well, I guess it’s safe to continue then . . . ?”
Alfie
To say I’m grateful I didn’t end up spontaneously combusting my first day here is the understatement of the century.
If I had, I wouldn’t be making a run to my future wife’s kitchen in nothing by my tighty-whities and grabbing every phallic shaped item I can find.
I keep wondering if it’s too soon to propose, but seeing as I technically did the first time I saw her, is it really too soon?
Getting to know her these last two days has been amazing. She somehow manages to be poised and goofy. Sure, she makes my dick hard, but she makes me laugh harder, and if there’s one thing I need in a life partner, it’s shared humor.
I’m used to being the silly sidekick amongst the Fox Family. But being with her makes me feel like the main character.
Before heading back to the bedroom, I remember the words of wisdom imparted on us at the grocery store and snatch a bottle of olive oil from the counter.
“Alright, m’lady,” I singsong as I return, swinging the bottle of oil in one hand while my other is full of vegetables. “I hope you’re ready for this cornucopia of phallic finds.”
She takes a big breath. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
