Her hair is in braids.
My dick twitches.
Real talk: my dick has been twitching since the day we met and hasn’t stopped tingling since, but there are worse things than a perpetual hard-on for one’s girlfriend.
“How do you like my outfit? Do I look like a nerdy engineering student?”
Is that what this is supposed to be? “You look sexy, babe.”
“And smart?”
“So smart.”
She kisses my lips when she’s done kissing her way up my body, fingers toying with the drawstring on my pajama bottoms.
“Why you bother with these, I do not know.” She’s playfully complaining as she pushes them off, down my hips, my heart already rapidly beating—it matches the heartbeat in my dick.
Ha!
“You don’t like my flannel cock?” I tease without censoring, the first time I’ve actually used dirty talk in bed.
Lilly’s eyes get wide. “Roman!” She laughs. “Listen to you, naughty boy.”
“Did you like that?” My question is hesitant. Unsure.
“Obviously I liked it.” She nuzzles my neck.
I exhale, hands running up and down her backside, palms cupping her ass.
She leans back, moving to straddle me, leaning down to look me in the eye. Her braids frame her face.
“Roman?”
My hands move back and forth. “Hmm?”
“I love you.” The words are barely a whisper and shy, as if she’s scared or worried I won’t repeat them back to her.
They take me by surprise, but I’m ready for them. “I love you, too.”
“You do?” Lilly is still whispering. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“No—we’ve been together over two months. I don’t think it’s too soon at all.”
“Good, because I think I loved you the second time we met.”
I pause. “That day in the kitchen when I dropped the box?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Really?” My hands never stop caressing her backside. “You know how much I love that award you made me.”
“I didn’t make it—I fixed it.”
“You made it better.” It reminds me of her, and I love looking at it there on my shelf. “I’m never getting rid of it.”
She moves in closer, kissing me on the mouth. It’s a tender kiss full of emotion.
“I’m never getting rid of you.”
Good. “Say that again, you sexy little nerd.”
“I’m never getting rid of you.”
“And I’m never getting rid of you.” Our tongues mingle.
“I love you, my romantic Romeo.”
We’re so mushy.
So gross.
But we’re finally where we need to be.
With each other.
THE END