“I like to pay attention to the things that matter,” I answer.

“It’s funny how so little can change, but even that tiny bit can be all the difference in the world,” she muses.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take anything back with you?” I ask.

“Just you,” she says. “I think it’s about time we sat down and really have the talk.”

*                    *                    *

The talk was quick, easy. We’re not planning to move in together or anything, but we’re officially “a thing” (her words.)

About the biggest thing that’s going to change, other than what we call each other, is that we’re both going to get extra keys for our apartments and, when the time is right—though what exactly determines that is still pretty vague—we’ll exchange keys.

Now, we’re back at my apartment and she’s standing at the foot of my bed, looking down at me as she slowly takes her clothes off, keeping her eyes on me all the while.

This is the first time I’ve seen her naked in the daylight and those full, perky breasts, flat stomach, and meticulously trimmed pussy have me throbbing.

Her phone is on the nightstand so it’s within easy reach whenever her father calls with her mom’s test results and apart from that, neither of us have a care in the world.

“So,” she says, crawling over my already naked body, “you knew what my dad was going to do when we got to the house, didn’t you? That was the big secret.”

“Yeah,” I tell her.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you for that,” she says and grabs my wrists and forces them up and behind my head.

I chuckle as she slides her smooth skin over my body and teases me with her lips, coming close enough to kissing my mouth that I can feel the heat coming off of her, but always pulling away at just that last second.

“Do you have a condom?” she asks.

“Nightstand,” I answer.

“Hmm…” she says. “That means I’ll have to let your arms go, huh?”

“Yeah,” I answer, “I really don’t see a way around that.”

“Hmm…” she repeats and brings her pelvis down just enough that I can feel the wetness of her up and down the length of my cock as she slowly slides back and forth over me. “All right,” she says, “but you’re going to have to promise me that you’re going to behave yourself.”

“You don’t know me very well, do you?” I ask.

She lifts her eyebrow in that characteristic way of hers, and I can feel the tension in her muscles as she prepares for a swift maneuver. As soon as she lets go of my arms, though, I close them around her.

Jessica squeals in surprise, but makes a lunge toward the nightstand. I let her get just close enough that her fingertips are touching the handle of the drawer, then I slip out from underneath her and with a smooth motion, I turn her over and, repositioning my arms so they’re now around her hips, I lower my mouth to the warmth of her core.

“I…” she strains, laughing, “can’t… quite…”

Her voice dissolves into wordless phrases as I kiss her sweetest spot, sucking her smooth skin into my mouth and then licking the periphery of the apex between her legs.

All the while, she’s still making zealous, if infrequent, lunges toward the nightstand drawer.

I can hear her slide it open so, just to tease her a little longer, I pull her a few more inches down the bed.

“So not fair…” she murmurs as my tongue finds her clit, coaxing it from its hiding place with the care of my attentive mouth.

She’s starting to breathe heavily, so I kiss the insides of her thighs, lightly sucking her skin as I do.

Finally, realizing the actual strength of her position, Jessica simply closes her legs around my head in an attempt to accomplish her goal of reaching the condoms in the night stand, but all this does is fill me ever more with her warmth and her pheromone-rich scent fills my nostrils.

Still, I’m only intent on teasing her a little, so I release my grasp and she slithers up the bed, grabs the box of condoms and throws it playfully in my direction, calling me a “brute!” in the process.

I duck out of the way with a smile and crawl off the end of the bed to pick up the box and it’s now spilled contents.

“Hold on,” she says as I single one out for use. “Come here.”

I take a step toward her and with an impressive mix of swiftness and gentleness, she grabs my cock.

“You had your fun,” she says. “Now I’m going to have mine.”

“Threaten me with a good time, will you?” I ask, though I have absolutely no intention of interfering.

She lifts my erection and runs her tongue over my sac, taking one and then the other of my stones partway into her hot mouth.

My knees weaken beneath me, but I manage to stay aright.

“Like that, huh?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I breathe and as soon as the word is out of my mouth, she’s at the head of the bed, lying back with her legs crossed.

It happens so fast that for a moment, I wonder if I’d just been imagining her powerful, sensual touch.

“I didn’t turn them blue, did I?” she asks deadpan.

“No,” I chuckle. “I think I’ll be all right.”

“Oh well,” she says. “I tried. Now,” she says, putting her arms out to her sides on the bed and uncrossing her legs, “are you planning to use that thing or what?”

“God, you’re bossy,” I tell her.

She furrows her brow a moment and says, “I was supposed to be the one punishing you. Get over here.”

I grin and make my way back onto the bed.

“You know,” she says, taking the condom out of my hand and unwrapping it, “ever since that day in training, it’s gotten so hard for me not to want to say ‘nice dick’ to you in everyday conversation.”

I laugh, but her face remains comically serious.

“Yeah?” I ask. “Well, I appreciate the compliment.”

“Come here,” she whispers and bends her finger, beckoning me closer to her. I get up close and she tells me to “Lie down.”

I lie down on my back and run my fingertips over the soft skin of her side.

“I’ve always wanted to try this,” she says and she places the condom on my tip and works it most of the way down me with her mouth. She hums laughter as she reaches the point where she can’t go any further and she comes back up, saying, “Yeah, it’s a bit of a work in progress, but I’d say that’s a pretty promising start.”

“I think I have to agree,” I tell her.

She unrolls the latex the rest of the way down my shaft and positions herself over me.

“Cross your arms over your chest,” she tells me and, although I don’t know where she’s going with this, I do. “Close your eyes,” she says.

I do.

She moves off of the bed. I ask her where she’s going, but she just reiterates that my job is to keep my arms crossed and my eyes closed.

I can hear her footsteps moving out of the room, but I keep my eyes sealed shut despite my curiosity as to just where the hell she’s going.

She comes back into the room and says, “All right, now just hold still. This might feel a little weird.”

With that, my eyes shoot open on their own to find her standing over the side of the bed with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs in her hand.

“You were supposed to keep your eyes closed!” she complains.

“You don’t tell someone to keep their eyes closed and that something might feel a little weird,” I tell her with a laugh.

“Well, since you ruined the surprise,” she says. “I guess it’s fair to ask if you’re okay with this.”

“Yeah,” I tell her. “Just don’t get too rough, I’m not really into that part of it.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” she says and takes my wrists, one by one, and closes the handcuffs around them.

“You know,” I tell her. “Since I ruined one surprise and kept another one, I think that means they cancel each other out, don’t they?”

“Nope,” she answers and climbs onto the bed, kissing my stomach, my chest and finally my neck as she positions herself between my arms. “This is kind of nice, actually,” she says. “I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with these.”