I squeezed her ass. “Yes. Your ass is a work of art.”
She pulled back and fiddled with my jacket. “Hmm. What else?”
“Your breasts could inspire sculptures.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Cheesy. But continue.”
I lowered my voice to a low growl. “And your pussy is fucking delicious.”
She purred playfully. “Oh my, Mr. Collins. You’re quite the devil.”
“Keep tempting me, and a devil is exactly what you’ll get.”
Andi stood on her tiptoes, so her mouth was just beside my ear. Her words came in a raspy whisper. “I want you to put a ring on my finger. And then I want you to put two babies in my belly. Twins. One boy, one girl.”
I chuckled. “My balls aren’t a fast food restaurant, Andi. You don’t get to place custom orders.”
She slid her hand between my thighs and squeezed slightly. “If those boys know what’s good for them, they’ll take my damn order. Understand?”
“One boy, one girl,” I repeated. “And a ring. Did I forget anything?”
Andi tugged me down to her face and kissed me. “A few more of those,” she said.