Page 37 of Text Me A Kiss

Exasperation, concern, anger—I couldn’t quite tell what combination of emotions colored her voice, but it rang with conviction. Kady sat up, leaned across me, and grabbed her phone off the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, bemused, my preparation to be yelled at pointless. “Okay, sorry,” I whispered as she motioned violently for me to shush.

“Hi, Mom? Are you busy tomorrow?”

I shot bolt upright. “Kady,” I growled.

She paid about as much attention as if I was a leashed dog barking at her. “Because I’m in Chicago, and I need to see you. Can we meet for dinner? Me, and you, and Dad, and… Graham Emerson? Yeah, that’s the one. I’ve, uh… been seeing him. No, not on the news, Mom. Romantically. Please just… just tell Dad not to call me, okay? So we can all talk tomorrow? Yes, ‘all’ means Graham too….

When she finally hung up and tossed her phone to the end of the bed, I started to speak. “Kady, this was my choice, and I already made it. Your dad won’t miss me, he never liked me to begin with—”

“You idiot!” Kady shoved my shoulder with something between playfulness and exasperation. “That wasn’t about my dad or Midwest. That was about me realizing I’d been selfish. I absolutely can’t let you give up your job for me.

“I already did—”

“Then I’ll get my dad to give it back to you. There are no buts or what ifs. We’ll meet my parents tomorrow and just… well, just tell them everything. No more secrets.”

Even with my job now a non-issue, it would feel so good not to have to sneak around Chicago for fear of running into Kady’s parents. So many times, Kady had wanted to show me one of her favorite restaurants or haunts in the city, and we had decided it would be a bad idea because her parents might just happen to show up.

Tomorrow, for better or worse, everything would be out in the open.

“Hey,” I said gently, pulling Kady down to lie with me and nuzzling her shoulders between the straps of her tank top. “I’m proud of you.”

“What?” Her voice was flattered and confused as her hands rubbed gently up and down my arms. “What for?”

“It’s hard to tell a secret. Even when it’s the right thing to do.”

Kady lay still for a moment, then carefully turned over to face me, keeping weight off her stomach. “I love you, you know that?” A single lock of brown hair fell across her cheek.

I brushed it away and kissed the spot. “I know. And I love you too.” She turned her face to let me kiss her lips, and my dick gave a little twitch. The gentle caress of her fingers turned slowly into the scratch of nails, and her leg rubbed against my growing erection

“Are you sure?” I said, pulling my head back to look into her eyes.

“I want you.” Her hand closed around my shaft and I closed my eyes with a soft moan. “Just not too deep,” she added, tugging my chest hair meaningfully.

“Then turn over. Turn over,” I said again with my best “trust me” face when her eyebrows showed her skepticism. She gave me one last kiss and did as I said, shivering when I took off her panties.

I slipped a finger into her pussy, relishing the little twitches of her soft folds and the sudden increase in wetness at my touch. After I covered every inch of soft skin on her shoulders with kisses, I asked softly, “Are you ready?”

Her little nod was all I needed. My manhood sprung free of my underwear, parting her ass cheeks slightly as I let her feel how much control she had over my body.

Carefully, I slid myself into her, pulling her against my chest. On her side like this, her body pressing against mine with her legs closed…. She felt so tight. So good. I murmured these things aloud. “Your pussy feels so good… oh, you’re so tight like this.

“Oh… you’re perfect… oh… not too deep, yes….”

Soon, her sexy, breathy voice with its little sounds of pleasure and the tightness of her hot little pussy got me close, so close. I wanted to grab her and turn her on her hands and knees, pushing her shoulders into the bed so I could take her from behind and fuck us both senseless.

Instead, my balls slapped her ass in a steady but not-too-fast pace. The orgasm exploded inside of me, my eyes rolled up into my skull, and I clutched Kady against me—

By the shoulders, staying far away from the delicate bump of her stomach. When the world-rending intensity of the orgasm had passed, I relaxed against Kady’s back, breathing hard.

“That was perfect.” She snuggled backward into me, ignoring the slickness of sweat between our bodies. “It felt so good.”

“Not uncomfortable at all?” I asked, tenderly placing a hand over her tummy.

“Perfect,” she repeated lazily.

I’d just woken up, but all I wanted to do was hum deeply with contentment and hold my love close. “Do you want me to do something for you?”

“Perfect….” The word trailed off and she clutched the hand I had begun to move down between her legs close to her chest.

Guess not.But I was fine with that. Whatever my beautiful, perfect Kitten wanted. A relaxing, comfortable morning lying in bed? Just like she had said, perfect.