Pitbabe S2, Chapter 30 pg 4
. Pitbabe S2, Chapter 30 pg 4
“You don’t need to.”
“Alright, alright, calm down.” I moved from between his legs to straddle him, positioning myself so our faces were level. At least this way, he might see my sincerity. Babe always says he can’t stay mad when he sees my face. Hearing that makes me feel on top of the world, but part of me wonders: is that really him letting go of his anger? What would it be like if he didn’t let it go? “Let’s stop fighting.”
“Tell yourself that. You’re the one who started it.”
“Okay, okay, my bad.” I admitted defeat gracefully, adding a kiss on his cheek to smooth things over. This time, the grumpy guy visibly calmed down, which means I’m on the right track. “No more teasing.”
“Hit it.”
“And then what?”
“What?”
“Are we continuing, or are you going back to sleep?”
“So you wake me up, annoy the hell out of me, make me curse you out, and then tell me to go back to sleep?”
His words hit a nerve, but not as much as the utterly defeated look on his face. I couldn’t help but lean down to kiss and nuzzle his cheek with a playful bite, and this time, Babe cooperated fully. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, tilting his neck to let me kiss to my heart’s content. Then he shifted his target to my soft lips. Our morning sex was never rushed (unless we were in a hurry to head out). The early dawn made me want to cuddle and linger, offering gentle touches rather than the fiery passion of the night. His legs parted automatically when I hit the right spot, our bare lower bodies grinding together as much as our lips, which could hardly bear to part. Everything about Babe was addictive to me. Once I started, I only wanted to keep going—harder, longer. I never once imagined an end.
“Ah…”
Just my fingers were enough to draw a satisfying reaction. Babe let out a soft moan, his mouth hanging open as if gasping for air. One arm clung around my neck while the other flailed on the empty space beside the pillow, nearly knocking the lube off the bed. Good thing I caught it in time, knowing we’d need it for the next steps. Babe, though, seemed to have lost all sense of thought by now.
“Good… that’s it,” Babe murmured faintly, kissing my cheek over and over. His dazed behavior meant I was doing well, but instead of feeling satisfied, I wanted to do even better—good enough to make him beg, overwhelmed. That would be true success. “Ah… slow down.”
“Sorry,” I said, pressing a kiss to his red lips after getting a bit too eager. I switched from the fingers that had been doing their job well to something else that would likely bring him even more pleasure. Judging by his expression, I wasn’t wrong, though I hadn’t given him any warning.
“Does it hurt?”
“It hurts a lot. Get it out right now.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m lying, you idiot.”
I let out a relieved sigh. For a split second, his words made my heart lurch, thinking I’d actually hurt him. Thank goodness he quickly clarified it was a joke—otherwise, I’d have jumped away and left him hanging, probably earning a scolding.
“Is that something to joke about?” I grumbled, not entirely serious, before burying my face in the chest of the playful tease. I dragged my tongue across his soft, smooth skin, teasing his sensitive spots just enough to make him squirm with pleasure. Babe made satisfied noises, even arching his chest toward me. Every kiss I trailed across his body drew a tantalizing reaction, another reason I never grew tired of his body.
“Ah…”
Our bodies moved slowly. I set the rhythm, while Babe’s role was to respond with fervor. Our bodies were pressed close, nearly every part touching, with some parts especially intimate. It felt like he was pulling me in, melting me, making me a part of him.
The more I feel him, the less I understand how I managed to endure it all this time. How did I bear being apart from him, watching him from afar, never even getting to feel his warmth? Sleeping alone on that stupid, spacious bed, big enough to roll over three times but never feeling like I got a full night’s rest. Every night before closing my eyes, I fooled myself into thinking it was just sleep, a routine I could handle on my own. I didn’t need anyone’s help. It was him who couldn’t sleep without me. Of course, that came with guilt, but I tried to suppress it, reminding myself it wasn’t my place to interfere anymore.
But the truth hit me when we shared a bed again. Now I know that all this time, I was the one yearning for him, never truly resting.
“Mmm…” I couldn’t help myself either. His intoxicating warmth, the soft moans by my ear—it was too much to resist.
“No… you’re not going back home,” Babe said, holding me tightly, his voice heavy with panting. I thought it was cute how he suddenly seemed to remember that, technically, we still didn’t live together. Most of my stuff was still at my place. I just kept coming here because I missed him, that’s all.
“Huh?” I pretended not to hear, even though it was impossible with his lips so close to my ear. If I didn’t hear that, I’d need a doctor. “What’d you say?”
“You’re not going back home,” Babe said louder, his tone annoyed because I made him repeat himself.
“Not going back? Then where am I supposed to stay?”
“Here, obviously. Where else?”
“But all my stuff’s over there.”
“You’re allowed to go pack it up,” he said, but his body language told a different story. Babe’s hands roamed over my back, kissing my neck, shoulders, and chest, acting like he’d die if I pulled away now. “Or buy everything new, no problem. Take my card and swipe it.”
“Wow, such a big shot, huh?”
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