"I'm good. I usually don't eat after dinner."

"Yeah, but we just burned dinner off," he grunted around a mouthful of food.

For the life of me, I didn't know why I found that so sexy, him talking with his mouth stuffed with food, but I did.

Thinking I was too sore to sit down on one of the stools, I busied myself with the earlier abandoned frying pan.

"Leave it. I'll help you with that later. Come sit with me."

Sighing, I headed to the freezer instead and pulled out a bag of frozen peas. It wasn't like we ate these things. We'd bought them for just this purpose-well, for ice packs, not specifically for cooling down a pounded cunt. I tossed it onto the stool and sat my crotch directly over it.

Phil stopped mid-chew. "Shit, is it bad?"

"No, babe-"

His eyes narrowed, and he had his pissy face on. "You promised you'd tell me if I hurt you!" he growled.

"You didn't hurt me, Phil!" I snapped. "I've just had three hours of sex with the biggest cock I've ever encountered! It's to be expected!"

"You'd tell me though, if you weren't okay, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay," he grunted. Then, he continued eating.

"So, are you going to tell me why you're such a weirdo about sticking your cock in all the way?"

"Huh?"

"What happened? Did you pile-drive some poor woman and ended up half killing her or something?"

He blushed, and I found that absolutely adorable. "Somethin' like that."

"Tell me about it."

"You really want to hear about my previous sex life?" he asked, sounding slightly irritated.

"Well, it's previous, isn't it? We have nothing to be jealous of in that regard."

"I don't know about that. I think I'm pretty jealous of anythin' that's ever touched you."

"Ridiculous," I huffed. "Tell me."

"It was my first girlfriend, Danica. I was a virgin. She wasn't. I didn't know all chicks weren't one size fits all, and I sort of just...threw it in. I tore her up pretty bad, and we ended up havin' to go to the hospital. She was sore for weeks after, and ever since then..."

"Yeah?" I prompted.

"I go pretty slow, and I never go all the way in-until tonight, that is."

Okay. Now, I get it. "How do you stop from going all the way in?"

"I hold it."

Jeez, poor guy. How horrible to get freaked out the first time you have sex and having that fuck up your whole sex life for the next decade.

My crotch was feeling nice and frosty.

He was so sexy. The thing about it was, he didn't even try. He made no attempt, and he was the sexiest thing ever. He simply oozed this primal sense of strength and confidence. He was who he was, and he just embraced it. What was even sexier was that he really couldn't give two shits, especially not with half a sandwich stuffed in his face.

Phil fucking Deveraux is sitting in my kitchen, eating a sandwich-in his underwear.

He reached for the mason jar and took a gulp of water. He glanced at me, totally busting me as I checked him out. Shit, even my mouth was hanging open a little. Thankfully, I was not drooling.

"Wussup?"

"Nothing," I replied, feeling myself blush.

"Liar."

"Fine! I'm just tripping out that Phil fucking Deveraux is having a sandwich in my kitchen in his Skivvies. Okay?"

"Yeah, well, I'm afraid my dick's too chafed for pants. It's raw enough to fall off."

"Would you like a bag of frozen peas?" I asked sweetly with a hint of cheek.

We both started cracking up, and I was so sore that my crotch throbbed, which made me laugh even harder. I must have been really stoned because I couldn't stop laughing to save my life, and I clutched the frozen peas to my crotch, hoping that it would cool down the ache.

"You all right, Baby Girl?"

"No! I'm not! I've just lost my damn mind!" I cried. Tears were liberally pouring out of my eyes, and I just lost it. Fuck it.

"My God, I've broken you, haven't I?" he asked, another half of a sandwich tucked into his cheek.

I nodded, wheezing and snorting with my laughter. I was laughing so hard that I fell off the stool, hitting the floor with my ass. I was still clutching the frozen peas to my crotch.

The sight of Phil standing up, looking down at me, with his eyes wide-probably wondering if I truly was broken in the head-and half a sandwich in his hand...it was all too much. I went into hysterics.

Damn, these are some fine-ass Northern Lights.

His shoulders started to shake, and it wasn't too long before he ended up sitting next to me on the floor, laughing his head off, too.

Wiping his tears off his face with the back of his hand, he gasped, "What the hell was that all about?"

"I don't even remember. I guess you really did break me."

He gathered me into his arms, kissing the side of my head. "I don't remember the last time I've laughed so hard."

"For real."

"Let's get off the floor."

"Yeah, all right," I said. I stood up, tossing the bag of soggy peas into the kitchen sink.

"How are you doing?" he asked, looking at me with concern.

"Better," I assured him.

"Yeah? Walk in front of me up the stairs. I wanna see if you limp."

"Ass," I snapped.

I headed for the stairs, attempting to keep my gait smooth and even. By the sound of his laugh, I had failed miserably. He lifted me and carried me the rest of the way.

"What should we do now?" he asked.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pressed a kiss to the base of his throat, right over the strong pulse point.

"Woman, are you tryin' to kill us?"

"Hey, you were the one who suggested you fuck us both to death."

"Mission practically accomplished."

I laughed as he set me on my feet in the bedroom, and I stripped off my underwear.

"Baby Girl!" he barked, sounding pissy.

"My underwear is cold and wet!" I snapped back. "I'm just changing them!"

He just stood there, staring at my crotch.

I noticed he was starting to bulge. I smirked, and with a huff, he turned and walked out of the room. Digging out a pair of clean white cotton panties-dudes dig those, I think-I pulled them up.

Phil returned with the water and a box under his arm. "I found cookies!" he cried gleefully, waving the box.

"Uh-oh. Those are Lili's. She'll kill us both."

"Fuck it. If she bitches, I'll eat her, too."

"She'd probably let you," I chuckled, sliding a leer his way and wiggling my eyebrows.

Phil turned beet red. "I didn't mean it like that!"

I started laughing again. He took the opportunity to seize my face in one massive hand, and he shoved me sideways onto the bed, cracking up the whole time. Holding me down, he tickled me in a torturous move.

"Ugh! No!" I gasped for breath, laughing my head off.

"COOOOKIES!" he roared like a deranged Cookie Monster.

Pinned, bucking beneath him, I attempted to throw him off, but that just ended up bumping our nasties together, making us both freeze.

Phil looked down into my eyes, and as though unable to help himself, he began kissing me. Within minutes, we were hot, panting, and tearing off the little bit of clothing we had on.

Carefully, wonderfully, he pushed into me.

Sucking in a deep breath, he slowly released it.

"I love you," he whispered.

I rocked against him, wanting to feel him completely filling me. "I love you, too."

Through the soreness-the sweet, gorgeous ache-he made love to me, making me come apart and putting me back together again, using himself as the adhesive.

"You're mine," he whispered heatedly, thrusting harder.

"All yours," I promised him.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..." he chanted as he lost himself inside me once more.

Best fucking night-ever.

Sunshine was just pouring through the windows and balcony door. The whole room was dazzlingly bright as I opened my eyes. I was hot as all hell, too. Attempting to stretch, I found myself spooned and pinned to the bed by my boyfriend's enormous body. Phil had one arm under my head, beneath the pillows, and the other one clasping me firmly to his chest, his hand clutching my breast.

I have to pee so fucking bad.

Gently, I pried his hand off my tit and tried to wiggle my way out. Truly trapped, his huge heavy thigh draped over my hips.

Damn it! He's simply too big to be allowed!

With some careful maneuvering, I was able to shimmy my way out from underneath him, and I slid out of bed without disturbing him.

Oh, damn.

I was so sore I could hardly walk. I hobbled my ass to the bathroom, and my bladder was so thankful when I plopped down on the toilet. I actually moaned a little when the stream started.

Brushing my teeth and splashing water on my face, I decided some yoga was in order. I was hoping that it would sort out some of the sore bits I had going on. Quietly, I got dressed and put my hair up. Taking one more glance toward the bed just to make sure he was still asleep, my heart tripped at the sight of him.

Beautiful.

He was breath-snatching, drop-dead gorgeous. Sprawled out on his belly, he clutched my pillow under the arm that was previously holding on to me. His long hair was artlessly tousled and spilling over the pillow, a loose strand of it falling across his cheek. His skin was a tawny brown-tanned by the summer sun, and looking all sorts of golden-delicious in the morning light-and it was in stark contrast to the white sheet barely draped over his rear. I could see just how muscular he truly was, his back and arms thick and heavy.

But his face...looked so young, innocent, and peaceful. The sight of him in such a state made my chest constrict and my throat feel swollen.

Awesome. The sight of my boyfriend sleeping reduces me to a snorting, slobbering little bitch.

Before the waterworks could begin, I headed downstairs and went out to the back porch for some sun salutations and serious stretching and bending.

An hour later, I was actually able to sit in lotus pose, letting my practice calm my mind and organize my thoughts. Then, he walked out in his boxers, and his hair was still down, looking wonderfully mussed.