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All I want to do is flop back onto Noah’s couch and lie there in a puddle of bliss for about five more hours. I’ve never squirted before. I didn’t even think I could, and somehow this guy drew that out of me like he was draining my mind out through my pussy.

Noah stands, or rather draws himself upright, on his eight tentacles. He wipes his face with his hand, and I’d feelembarrassed only his next move is to lick his fingers like he didn’t get enough of my flavor after I exploded in his face.

Oh wow.

My pussy gives a limp attempt at a flutter and most of the rest of my body is starting to think about round two when Noah pats my leg. “Go clean up and I’ll drive you home. Bathroom is at the end of the hall. Fresh towels are in the cupboard on the left.”

Oh right.

We’re not doing cuddles after or cute nothings or feelings. I’m apparently not even allowed to catch my breath. At least he’s offered me a clean towel and a shower, I guess.

I make my way down the hall on shaky legs and only once I get to the bathroom and switch the shower on do I remember I’m not wearing pants and I have nothing to dress in once I’m showered.

My pants and underwear are in a pile somewhere beside Noah’s sofa in the living room.

Feeling the heat creep up my neck, I open the bathroom door and peek around it. Noah is nowhere to be seen, but given I can only really see the corridor and a sliver of living room, that doesn’t tell me much.

I mean, I know he’s basically seen me naked and his face was up close and personal with my pussy moments ago, but somehow I feel weird about walking around with no bottoms on in front of him.

I scurry out of the bathroom, only to run straight into him as he comes around the corner. He catches me with a laugh. “What? Back for more so quickly? Didn’t I do a good enough job?”

I squirm. “I need my things.”

He narrows his eyes. “Because it would be weird to have a shower and walk back out here naked, but scurrying around like a frightened rabbit with no pants on is normal?”

“Hey!” I instinctively slap his chest, which I’m glad to say does absolutely no damage. It’s like solid muscle. “I’m not like a frightened rabbit.”

“A mouse?”

I huff. “A jellyfish maybe.”

Noah scowls. “What does that mean?”

I try to brush it off. “Oh, you know.”

“No. Enlighten me.”

“Well, it’s just that my bottom half is um… not my best half.”

“I disagree.” He holds me at arm’s length to inspect me, and the flush that makes my freckles stand out over my cheeks lights up my face yet again. “Actually, I’m not sure. I think I need to take a look at both halves together.”

He releases me but just waits there, obviously expecting me to drop the towel in front of him and let him look. This is not how I thought this was going to go. Behind me the shower is running, but Noah just leans against the doorway and folds his arms across his chest. “Come on, Zeston.”

“Fine.” Impulsively, I release the towel from around my hips, tug my top over my head and toss it in his face. “Happy now?”

Noah catches it quickly, still staring at me. His grin spreads. “Yes. And I have to agree with you. Your bottom half is not your best half.”

It’s fair. They’re my words after all, but my heart swoops to my toes and I drop my eyes so I don’t have to look at his face.

“They’re both equally good,” he continues. “I can’t choose. I think we might have to add a new rule. Be naked as much as possible.”

I look up startled, but I can’t tell if this is another dry joke or if he really means it.

“Go on. Shower if you’re going to. Then I’ll take you home.”

I turn and let out a squeak when he slaps my ass playfully.

“Mmm, that is a nice ass, though.”