“I want to meet them,” she interrupts.
“You do?” I clear my throat, leaning back in my chair. “I mean, yeah, you totally want to meet them. I get it. They’re cool.”
“I’m sure they are. And I definitely want to meet the people who created you.”
Who knew her saying something like that would instantly have me all worked up inside. “I think they’d like you, Jo Jo.”
“I’m sure I’d like them, too.”
My mom is going to love her. My dad will tell me she’s pretty, because she is. My parents will also be shocked because I’m introducing a girl to them, and like Joanna just said, it’s a big deal.
Blair will sit there with a smirk on her face the entire time and make me feel like a dumbass, but I don’t even care because I want my parents to get to know Joanna. She’s become important to me in such a short amount of time.
“Want to head back to my place?” My voice is low, my gaze trying to communicate with her all the things I want to do to her when I get her alone.
She’s communicating with me with her eyes too, letting me know she’s down with every single one of my plans.
“I’m hungry though,” she admits as she rises to her feet. I take the empty cup from her and toss it in the trash. “Can we get something to eat on the way?’
“Definitely.”
And then I’ll eat her sweet little pussy for dessert.
* * *
“Oh God, please stop.”She’s pushing my face away from that sweet little pussy of hers, her entire body still shaking. “It’s too much.”
I lift away from her and wipe at my damp chin with the back of my hand. I just gave her three orgasms in about twenty minutes and she’s sensitive.
I lie beside her, wrapping her up in my arms from behind, trying to ignore my aching cock that’s dying to get inside her. I’ll need to give her a couple of minutes before I can pursue that though.
A shuddery breath leaves her and she rests her arms over mine, her head falling back against my shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think you need to stop going down on me all the time.”
I chuckle close to her ear before I bite it. “You’re ridiculous, Jo Jo. What woman wouldn’t want a man to go down on her every single night?’
“You don’t want to do it when I’m on my period.”
“A little blood doesn’t scare me.” I’ve never done that, not sure if I actually want to, but if my girl was horny and wanted me to give her an orgasm to help ease the pain from cramps, I’d totally do it.
For Joanna, I would.
That I even know this little fact about orgasms and cramps is wild. I remember Blair dropping that bomb on the fam at the dinner table years ago and my dad about fell out of his chair.
Good times.
And wait a minute, did I just refer to Joanna asmy girl?
I sure as fuck did.
“I don’t think I want to see you looking like Dracula after you go down on me.” She sounds amused, and when I drop a kiss on her smooth shoulder, she nuzzles her head against mine. “And you’re right.”
“About what?”
“You can keep going down on me. Whenever you want. I’m not going to stop you.”
I cup her pussy, sliding my fingers inside her and encountering all of that wet heat. “How about right now?”
“No,” she immediately says, making me laugh. “But what about you?”