Tired

"Oh fuck, babe..." Lacy moaned.

He pulled away for a moment. "You like it, don't you?" he growled as he slipped a finger in her.

She threw her head back, running a hand through her hair. "Uh huh," she groaned softly.

He smirked and put his mouth back over her, while moving his fingers in and out of her.

That tongue ring was driving her nuts. "Please let me.." she panted softly as she moved her hips faster.

"Let you what?" he growled.

"Fuck, you know what."

"Say it."

"Punk." she whined and grabbed his hair.

He smirked. "Go then." he said and put his mouth over her.

She let out a moan of relief as he put his mouth back over her and nearly fell back as her climax hit hard.

He continued and moved his hands to her lower back so that he held her up.

"Fuck, that's so good." she moaned as she held onto his arms.

"And you taste so good." he groaned.

"Hmm, you like that?" she bit her lip as she pulled his head back lightly.

"I sure do." he told her.

"And I'm the best you've had?"

"You are the best I've ever, ever had." he told her.

She was still straddling his chest and wasn't going to let him touch her again, until.. "and why is that, babe?"

"Because Lace, no other woman can compare to you." he said. "All those other girls in the past weren't it for me, you are. I've ever only loved you." he said as he grabbed her arm and kissed the inside of her wrist.

She smiled a little. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." he nodded.

She moved from his chest to just sit across his stomach. "Good."

He chuckled and sat up a little to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her neck.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and ran her fingers through his hair. "Now, as sweet as that was... I think I liked Dirty Punk better." she smirked.