I lay on top of her and hold her tightly, moving her hair to the side so I get a clear view of the side of her face. I press light kisses on her cheek and temple and whisper, “There is no way in hell I will ever get enough of you. Not after that.”

She attempts to roll over, so I lift up, giving her enough space to do so. When she’s settled, I lie back down and stare at her. Her hand goes to my damp hair and plays with it. God, I love when she does that. “I foresee us doing that a few times a night, every night.”

“Especially since I go out on a road trip right after my birthday.”

“Oh, we can have birthday sex.” Her eyes light up. “Birthday sex is the best because it means I get to tie you up.”

I quirk a brow. “How is that a thing?”

She cutely shrugs. “I just came up with it. Do you not want me to run my mouth over your entire body?”

“You’re allowed to do whatever you want to my body.” I kiss the side of her cheek and bring my mouth to the crook of her neck. She tilts her head, giving me amazing access. She sighs and sifts her hand through my hair.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Ask me anything, babe,” I answer, hoping she’s ready for round two soon.

“Does pain transfer to pleasure for you?”

I pause and look up at her. “What kind of pain?”

“Well, it just seemed like you really liked it when I pinched your nipples.”

“So did you,” I say on a chuckle.

“Yes, but you got really hard when I did it.”

I shrug. “I’ve always liked it rougher. But I wouldn’t say I seek pain. Like if you were to whip me, I’d ask you what the hell you thought you were doing.”

She chuckles and nods. “Okay, that’s fair, but if I were to yank on your balls, you’d be okay with that?”

“Do you not remember what we just did? Babe, you were pulling on them as if they were low-hanging fruit.”

“What if I did it harder?”

“I’d tell you if it was too much. I will always tell you and I’d expect the same from you. I’ve had a few partners who didn’t really get into the rough stuff, and I made them tell me if it was ever too much.” I rub my finger over her collarbone. “I really love that we’re on the same page when it comes to pleasure. It feels like we can push each other.”

“It does.” She shyly smiles. “Does that mean I can wear a strap-on and fuck you from behind.”

My face drops and nerves shoot up my spine. “That’s where I draw the line.”

“Damn.” She laughs. “I was really hoping I could drill you and slap your ass while doing it.”

“The only drilling will be with my dick, got it? And if you like ass slapping, you should have said something. I was itching to smack your ass.”

“If you did, you would have gotten me off so quick. Stan used to spank me like—”

“Can we not talk about Stan? Unless you want me to talk about one of the girls I used to fuck.”

“By all means, I’m actually quite curious. Were they screamers? Did they fake moan? What were their boobs like, flopping around in your face. Do you like floppy boobs?”

Christ.

I drag my hand over my face and say, “I was actually more turned on by your mosquito bites.”

Her eyes widen in shock as her mouth curves up in humor. “Oh my God, they are not mosquito bites.” She covers her chest and I quickly remove her arm.

“No, they’re not. They’re fucking perfect. Soft, just enough roundness to fill my palm, and your nipples. Shit, babe. They’re so tiny and they peak perfectly. Your tits might be small, but they are by far, the sexiest pair I’ve ever seen.”

“Better than floppy tits?”

I chuckle and press a kiss to the tip of her nipple. “A thousand times better than floppy tits.” Then, I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck hard. Her back arches off the bed and once again, her legs spread.

My dick hardens, and it seems like round two is going to come a lot faster than I was expecting.

“You’re staring,” Kinsley says over her cup of coffee.

“So? You’re mine to stare at,” I answer, leaning back in my chair at the dining table, coffee in front of me.

“Is that how you see it?” she asks, breaking off a piece of the fresh banana bread she made for us this morning. We finally have a morning to hang out with each other, given the weekend and my night game tonight. We slept in, and then Kinsley made banana bread, wearing only my Rebels shirt. I watched her the entire time, helped her stir, and while it baked, I ate her out on the kitchen counter. I think poor Herman was scarred, because he went into our bedroom.

“Yup.” I lift my mug to my lips and spread the other arm. “Feel free to take in what’s yours.”

“You’re just trying to get me to suck you off again.”

Oh yeah, we did that too. And I’ll be honest, Kinsley gives the best head I’ve ever had. And that’s not just because I’m head over dick in love with the girl, but because she has some kind of magical mouth that had me coming in less than two minutes.

Embarrassing but so worth it.

“I’m not opposed to the idea.” I take a sip of my coffee.

She scoffs. “Of course you’re not.” She stands from her chair and walks over to me. I push out just far enough from the table to give her room to sit on my lap, which she does, draping her hands on my shoulder.

“We’re going to have to pace ourselves.”

“Why’s that?” I ask as she takes my mug from me and shares my coffee.

“We don’t want to get a rash or anything.”

My brow creases. “What kind of rash are you talking about?” I glance down her body and then back up. “Should I be concerned?”

“No.” She laughs. “I’m all clear . . . of that sort of thing. But like . . . crotch burn.”

“Not helping your case. Nothing should burn down there.”

She rolls her eyes. “Like chafing. That’s what I meant. Chafing.”

“Oh.” I chuckle. “I mean, if I chafe because my dick is inside you too many times, I’m almost certain I’m not going to care, because . . . my dick was inside of you.”

“You are such a guy.” She hands me the mug and I down the rest, only to set the mug behind her and grip her waist.

“Good thing, right? Since you seem to like the dick so much.”

“No shame in that.” She shifts on my lap. I know she’s not wearing underwear because I slipped it off in the kitchen, so I glide my hands up her thighs to her hipbones.

“None at all.” I smooth my hands up her sides, dragging the shirt with her, but she stops me and gives me a look.

“I don’t think so, mister. We have things to talk about.”

“Uh, do you really think we’re going to talk when you’re on my lap with no underwear? The only thing we’re about to talk about is what position you want to play around with. I’m thinking about taking you over the couch right now.”

Pulsing into her from behind seems to be my favorite position so far, because of the way her back arches and her pert little ass sticks up in the air, almost as if she’s begging.

“I’m serious, Maddox.”

“So am I.” I drag my shirt over her head and expose her beautiful, naked body.

Hell, her breasts are perky, with tight nipples from the cool morning air. Her skin is soft and smells like a combination of me and her soap. Along her collarbone, breasts, and up and down her neck are bite marks and red spots from my scruff and neediness.

“Maddox.” She pauses my hands from roaming up to her breasts.

“Hmm?” I ask, keeping my eyes on her chest.

She tilts my chin up with her fingers and says, “I need you to focus for a few minutes and then you can do whatever you want to me, okay?” She rocks her hips over my erection, and that gathers my attention.”

“How many minutes?”

“As long as it takes to talk about what I want to talk about.”

“Am I allowed to kiss you while we’re talking?”

“No. I need your full focus.”

“Can I play with your nipples.”

“No.”

“Press my thumb to your clit?”

“No.”

“Maybe slip my finger down your ass crack?”

“Maddox,” she scolds, causing me to laugh.

“Okay, fine.” I lean back in my chair and place both hands behind my neck to try to keep myself in check. “I’m listening but make it quick, woman, I want inside your pussy . . . now.”

Her cheeks turn pink, but that’s the only indication that she’s turned on. Keeping her hands on my shoulders, she says, “About your birthday.”

“Glad you asked. All I want is you naked, a cake . . . spread over your naked body, and for you to have two cherries on each nipple while you sing happy birthday to me.” I wink. “I’m a simple man.”

“That’s not simple, and I’m not spreading any cake on my body unless it’s vegan.”

“I can get on board with that. Okay, since that’s settled, let’s move over to the couch.” I grip her tightly and stand from the chair. Her legs suction around me and I feel my dick poking her in the ass as I uncomfortably make it to the living room.

Laughing, she says, “I’m not finished.”

I plop her on the couch and release my cock as I push my shorts to the ground. I grip the base and clench my jaw together from the relief of my hand.