Her eyes went soft as I said it, and then she lifted a hand and curled it around my jaw, sweeping her thumb through my beard. “I love what we’ve got too. It’s so much more than I ever expected.”
Closing my eyes in relief, I took a deep breath in, looking for the courage to say what I wanted to say next. That’s when I realized I didn’t need courage at all, so I laid it all out. “We gonna live in a house together?” When she just lay there looking up at me in shock, I repeated the question, pressing my hard cock into her pussy through our clothes. “Tabby, baby. Are we gonna live together?”
Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, and then she croaked, “A house? Together?”
Snorting at the sound of disbelief in her voice, I gently lay down so that our faces were only two inches away from each other, my weight resting on my left arm. “Yeah, baby. You, me, Law, and the pubic hair Satan left behind,” I listed, jerking when she pinched the skin on the ribs that weren’t covered in plastic. “All of us in a house together. This house.”
I’d expected her to tell me she had to think about it, or even say it was moving too quickly, but instead she got me onto my back before I’d even realized what she was doing, and then she sat on top of me – crotch to crotch. “Yes, a thousand times yes. I thought you meant we were moving into yours, and I was trying to figure out a way to say no, and suggest you moved in here,” she explained excitedly. “I mean, no offense and all, but your house is…well, it’s like something that would suit those guys who speak in a monotone and call all music noise. You know the ones? They’re afraid of color, usually have those eyeglasses from forty years ago, have a row of pens in their shirt pocket, and the only art they care about is their shelves where everything is placed in size and alphabetical order.”
She was talking so quickly while she undid my belt and fly, that it took a second for my brain to catch up with her. When she stopped and started to tug my pants down, I burst out laughing. Holy shit, she was right, I was living in a house like that. All laughter left me though when she bent down and her warm wet mouth closed around my cock, her long pink hair falling onto my thighs and stomach like a curtain. Tabby had given me a billion things to think about and remember when it came to the color. In fact, I’d had to put the pink highlighter from the pot on my desk in my drawer today because reading reports about crimes while trying to get your hard dick into a comfortable position in your pants wasn’t conducive with concentration and attention to detail. And now I was really screwed, because the sensation of the silky strands on my skin teamed with her mouth around my cock, and the color? I was going to have to make a porn drawer just for her, except my version of porn would be items in this damn color that would remind me of her. All I’d have to do is open it, see the various shades of pink, and I’m pretty certain I’d come, no further effort required.
Even thinking about it had me going closer to the edge than I wanted to be, so sitting up, I lifted Tabby up and groaned with relief when I remembered she was just wearing panties. There was no way in hell I’d rip a pair of the pink ones, so instead I hooked my finger around the crotch part of them, yanked them to the side and sat her down straight on my cock. This wasn’t going to be tender lovemaking, neither of us had it inside us to show any restraint right now. Instead, it was going to be hard love fucking. No matter how I took her, what position we were in, love would always be a part of it just like we were always going to be a part of each other.
With my hands tight around her hips, I helped her rise on and off my length, groaning every time her hot, tight, wet heat sank down around me, squeezing my cock like a fist.
It didn’t take long to feel the small pulses starting inside her, signaling that she was about to come, and I knew that she’d take me with her no matter what I did to hold off coming. That was when I realized something about her new tattoo – it didn’t matter that she hadn’t had my birth date put on her. The verse she’d chosen and the fact that I’d secretly had the chorus from the song put on the same area and side of my own body meant more to me and showed how deep our connection was.