When I had cooled down -- emotionally, at least, the fire between my legs was going nowhere -- I just stood there, shoulders heaving from the exertion.
"So. How was that?" Ronny eventually asked.
I sighed. "Really, really good. Evil as fuck."
He grinned. "I knew you'd be mad, but you get so flustered about s*x, at least around me. It was too good to pass up." And then he wrapped me in a hug. "I'm sorry if I freaked you out. I understand if you want me to leave you be. That was probably a bit too far, huh?"
And there was the sentimentality that I craved. He got me, understood me without me saying a word. Yeah, I had freaked out on him, and yeah, he had gone maybe too far for a joke, but it was a magnificent joke.
If anything, somehow the lady-b***r I was dealing with got even worse. Ro
