“You might have to educate me.”
“First of all, there is nothing squishy about my cock.”
“Got it,” she replied as he pushed against her.
“You cannot peel my cock.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You squeeze it and you’re likely to get a whole different reaction from doing that with a banana.”
“How is this conversation turning me on?” she muttered.
He grinned down at her. “Biting down is a hard limit. You bite down on my cock, and I’m going to tie you up, put a clit tickler on you and keep you on the edge of orgasm all day.”
“Got it, no eating the banana, umm I mean cock.”
“Of course, you are welcome to suck, lick, and run your hand up and down it.”
“I cannot wait. What about the accompanying mangoes?” she asked.
“Mangoes? We have got to work on your dirty talk.”
“Ooh, is that what this in? I’ve never engaged in dirty talk before.” She gr
inned.
He quirked one eyebrow. “I couldn’t tell.”
She slapped his shoulder playfully.
“Just for reference, if they were mangoes, I would have some serious issues with walking normally.”
“Grapes then?” she asked with mock-innocence.
“Grapes!” He gave her an outraged look. “Woman, you are this close to ending up over my knee.” He held up his thumb and forefinger so they were an inch apart.
“I certainly hope that’s not an indication of your banana size.”
“You know damn well it’s not,” he muttered.
“I really think I should help you with that fruit salad problem you have going on.”
He groaned at her words. “Sweetheart, right now I want nothing more than to spend the afternoon with you in bed.”
“There’s a but coming, isn’t there?”
“I don’t think now is the time for me to be taking your virginity.”
It smarted a little. She knew he was just trying to protect her. But she guessed she wanted him to be so overcome with lust he couldn’t think of anything but taking her. Then again, the attention he’d given her was like nothing she’d experienced before.
He put her needs first. And she’d never had someone like that in her life, had she?
“But we don’t need to fuck for me to help you with your little problem.”
“Can you please not call it a little problem? You’ll give me a complex.”
She giggled. She was aware that he wasn’t saying no. “Please, Bear. I want to do this.”