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I snaked my arms up between hers and caught her breasts, one in each hand, giving them both a firm squeeze before taking her nipples between my fingers. I gave them each a tug, then a pinch, and Katy started shuddering above me as she let herself go.
It was beautiful.
Grabbing her hips, I took over, slamming her up and down my cock while she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Then my vision got fuzzy, and I shouted her name as I came too, pushing deep inside her and releasing my seed. Katy collapsed on top of me like the cutest little blanket, and I cuddled her close as we both recovered.
“We are so good at that,” I whispered into her hair.
“We really are.”
After a few minutes we got out of bed to clean up, then we put on our pajamas and got back into bed, bringing the cookies with us.
“Your mom makes an excellent cookie,” Katy said. “I need to get the recipe from her.”
“It’s from the back of the peanut butter chip package.”
“What?” She looked at me like I was crazy.
“Seriously. She’s a great cook but she’s never mastered baking. All of her recipes come from the back of packages.”
Katy burst out laughing. “I love your mom.”
“But not as much as you love me, right?”
She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Not as much as I love you.”
I took her hand, kissing her knuckles, then looked into her eyes. “Someday I want to marry you. You just tell me when you’re ready.”
“What if I’m never ready?” she asked. She looked curious, not nervous about the topic.
“Then we’ll continue on like we are. You’ll just be my old lady.”
“Old lady?” She arched an eyebrow.
“Main squeeze?”
“Try again.” She waved her hand impatiently.
“Lady love?”
“Ugh!”
“Life partner?” I suggested.
She winced. “I mean, that’s better, but I still don’t love it.”
“Girlfriend seems kind of casual.”
She nodded. “I guess we’ll just have to get married then. I don’t want to have to waste all of our time trying to figure out how to describe our relationship. Husband and wife seem pretty simple.”
My heart started pounding furiously in my chest.
“You tell me when, and I’ll be there with a ring.”
“Let’s give it a year, and then we’ll talk about a wedding,” she suggested.
We lasted six months.
