In silent admiration, her hands stroke across my muscles again. “Brody, I’m tired.”
“Don’t look at me.”
“My ladybits are tired.”
“The feck is a lady . . .”
“Bit. Ladybit.” Her sexy lips purse. “Hey, if I’m taking Scottish Gaelic 101, you’re taking Hood Girl 101.”
I grab her mound, replying, “I prefer. Cunt. Pussy.”
“Okay, since you gave me two versions, try this one.” She rolls her shoulders as if warming up to exercise, and we both laugh. “Say coochie.”
“Nae.” I laugh. “Ladybits. I’ll go with ladybits.”
She starts to unhook a leg from around me. I catch the thickness of her hip and grip tight. “Nae. Stay until I say so.”
“I’m literally stuck at your house, Brody. No car, remember? However, I’m reserving the right to be celibate. You can try to screw me again at first light . . . Which is in,” she glances out onto the balcony as night fades away, “an hour or so.”
“Shite, I’ll say it.” I bring her close, my mouth flush against her ear. “Coochie.”
She falls into me, laughing.
“Ye know, I’ll deida man for a lesser offense.” I manhandle my dick, sliding it up and down her sex lips spreading all her juices over me. “Ye ready to take all this punishment, lass?”