We’re laying on my bed, on top of the comforter, talking about things that don’t matter.
Sometimes we walk into my bedroom and he immediately pushes me over the bed and yanks my bottoms down and immediately begins to play with my pussy, but tonight we are polite. we both know what’s coming, and I cannot think of anything but his cock inside of me, but I feel we should make niceties. I barely know what we’re saying.
There is a moment of silence and in that moment I see him glance down between my legs and I know, instantly, that the small talk is over. He reaches over the space between us and seamlessly lifts my breast out of my lace bralette and shirt and begins to, with the gentlest touch, play with my nipple.
“How are they feeling?” he asks. He’s referring to my nipples, which I’d recently pierced.
“Still tender,” I answer, “but stupid sensitive.”