A Long Time Coming

What look?” he asks.

“One that’s lacking intelligence.”

“You know, since you have that look.”

“You know, I’ve never had a girl tell me that I possess the uncanny ability to dehydrate the nether regions of the female race with just my facial hair.”

“Your mustache is offensive. I’m pretty sure it would make even the most randy of women go dry.” The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. Lack of filter—it’s my downfall.

I wince as his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. Yeah, I was surprised too, buddy

She grips my hand and tugs me toward the bed. “I’m more than ready.”

“This is so much fucking more.” And then I dive my tongue against her clit.

“Oh my God,” she says as her legs spread

He undoes my bra and lets it fall to the ground right before he drags my shorts and panties to the ground, leaving me completely naked.

“Spread your legs.”

“You need me, don’t you?” he asks, a sense of cockiness in his voice. Even that’s more of a turn-on than anything.

“You love me?”
“Desperately,” I answer. “Pathetically. To the point that I’d have no shame in following you around even if you did get back with Brian. I’m so fucking in love with you, Ophelia, that I can feel it all the way to the marrow of my bones. It’s a part of me. You’re a part of me.”