My body quivered with residual spasms. The aftershocks of pleasure were almost as enjoyable as the finale. “You’re so stunning.” I kissed her shoulder.
“Not that.” She squirmed, laughing softly.
“You’re so dirty in bed.”
“Not that, either.” Her head turned; the slice of tiny teeth marked my wrist.
“Ow.” I squeezed her, chuckling. “Kiss me and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”
Slowly, she turned her head. Her hips arched, curving into me. My cock remained hard inside her, wanting to take her all over again.
Her lips sealed over mine, her tongue slipping soundlessly into my mouth. The joining was erotic, sated, promised, free. I held her there. Kissing her, breathing her, communicating without messy sounds.
For now and every moment in our future, we were inseparable.
My teeth sank into her swollen bottom lip, granting what she wanted. “I love you.”
Her eyes opened, black and glowing. “How much?”
“As much as the universe but not as much as infinity.”
Her forehead furrowed. “What does that mean?”
“It means infinity states a reference of time, regardless if it means never ending. I like to think there is no linear equation or quantifiable way to love you. So I love you as much as love itself which really has no assessment.”
She smiled. “You’re so strange.”
“You’ve only just noticed?”
She laughed. Her pussy clutched my cock, sending a wave of need into my balls. “Oh, I’ve noticed. I also noticed you’re completely insane, mad—bonkers even. What did I call you? A loony toon?”
“I think you called me a Nutcase Hawk.”
“That fits, too.”
“I did warn you not to call me crazy.”
“Turns out, I’m the one who’s crazy.”
My lips curled, knowing where she was going but happy to oblige the punch line. “Oh?”
Her hand drifted to mine, looping our fingers together, sighing happily. “Crazy in love with you.” Kissing my knuckles, she settled into the bed and my arms. “We can be mad together, Kite. Because together it’s the best form of insanity there is.”