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“What’s going on?” I look up and spot Brian there in his shorts and nothing else. Leaning down to kiss me, he says, “Morning.”
“Morning.” I smile at him, kissing him twice more. He walks over to the coffee machine and makes himself a cup, then comes back to the table and sits down between us.
“So what are you guys talking about?” he asks, and even though I go to bed with him every night, and I’ve kissed him over a thousand times, he still gets my heart pounding. It’s been three weeks since we first kissed, and although our hands are well traveled over each other, it’s remained PG-13.
“Oh, I’m happy to say Kellie, here, was wondering if one can get blue vagina,” Cori says, and Brian literally sprays coffee all over the table in a coughing fit. “That was my reaction,” Cori says, getting up and going over to the sink and coming back with disinfectant and a rag. “So, Brian, you seem like a resourceful person. Is it possible?”
He looks at Cori and then turns to glare at me. “Private,” he hisses.
I shrug my shoulders, getting up and bringing my plate to the sink, then washing off my hands. “It’s an honest question.” I walk over to my phone and press the home button twice. “Siri, is there such a thing as blue vagina?” I wait for her, well him, since I have the British guy.
“Here’s what I found on the web for ‘is there such a thing as blue vagina.’”
“Nothing, but there is something called blue waffle,” I tell them and click on the link and then drop my phone. “Oh my God. That’s so gross.”
“It’s a hoax,” Cori says from beside me, and we both look at her. “It’s a fake story. There is no such thing as blue waffle.”
“How the hell did you know that?” Brian asks her, and she shrugs her shoulders. “It’s just useless stuff I know.”
“Jesus,” I say, and then she looks at me, then Brian. “Is it not working?” she asks, pointing at his penis, and I have to throw my hand in front of my mouth to keep from laughing. “I mean, it’s okay if it’s not.”
“It’s working fine,” he grits out, then turns to me, “tell her.”
“They have pills for that nowadays, and you won’t feel inadequate about it,” she goes on, and Brian puts his hands on his hips.
“We can’t sleep together until after the tour,” I tell her, “and well”—I look at Brian—“I want to change that.”
Cori puts her hands up. “Okay, this is really TMI. I’m out.” She turns and walks out of the room, and then he turns to me.
“Baby,” he says, and I shake my head.
“No, Brian,” I tell him, my hands going to my hips. “I get it, I do.”
He just looks at me, and I continue talking, not giving him a chance to say anything. “But I’m a normal woman who wants to take it to the next step, and I want to take it to the top of the stairs with you.” I walk to him, slipping my hands around his waist, then get on my tippy toes. “I would like to have an orgasm that my boyfriend gives me rather than one I give myself while thinking about him.”
His eyes flare and turn a dark blue. “Jesus, have you been doing that?” He doesn’t say anything, his voice going lower and lower. “In the past three weeks?”
“Well, yeah,” I tell him, “haven’t you?”
“Where?” he asks me softly, and I feel his cock hard against my stomach. Definitely nothing wrong there.
“In the shower,” I tell him. “Sometimes in bed.”
“With me next to you?” He picks me up and starts walking back toward the stairs to our house where we are staying.
I hug him with my lips close to his ear and whisper, “No, it’s usually when you leave me high and dry and go shower,” I tell him. “I need more.”
“I won’t fuck you with people in the house,” he sighs. “I can’t fuck you.”
I groan. “Brian, I get it, I do, and I think you have the highest honor, but, honey, I need you to touch me.” I trail kisses down his neck, sucking in. “I need to come with you.” I continue my assault on his neck. “I need you to make me come.”
“Fuck.” He exhales loudly. When we get in the room and he slams the door closed with his foot, he walks over to the bed. “Did you do it last night?”
“Yes,” I tell him honestly. “I took my time, hoping you would come out and catch me,” I tell him quietly. “Hoping that it would be your fingers in me and not mine.” I unwind my legs from his waist. Falling on the bed, I watch him, my eyes never leaving his when I reach out and finally cup his cock in my hand. With his hard thickness in my palm, I move it up and down. “Please,” I whisper, grabbing his hand and placing it on my pussy. I don’t say anything else because he moves his hands up and down. His eyes are watching our hands as we rub each other in sync.
