“Never,” she answered softly.
“It’s not a big deal, really,” he said, looking down at her. “Just a little prick.”
Annie smiled up at him. “I prefer your big prick,” she said.
Cheesy. At least she is trying.
She pulled him to her face and wrapped his stiffened cock in her lips.
God, she’s really good with her mouth!
Within minutes Annie brought Kip to the edge with her lips and tongue, but she stopped before he coated her throat with his cum.
Kip climbed over her and let Annie guide him inside her. He slid in his full length slowly, and Annie realized then that as good as the steak was at dinner, Kip’s meat was the best she’d ever had.
Kip made love to Annie repeatedly. He brushed the hair from her face so that he could look into her eyes while they made love. He smiled at her with each thrust, and she smiled back. He brought her to orgasm again and again before he filled her well attended pussy with his creamy load.
When they were both well spent, they cuddled softly together until Kip started to doze.
“Kip,” Annie said quietly just before he fully dropped off.
“Yes, Annie?”
“I can go with you to Afghanistan, can’t I?”
Kip was quiet for a minute. Then, “Afghanistan is a dangerous place, Annie.”
“I know.”
“But I am going to do a concert,” Kip added. “I guess you want to be writing about it.”
“I will.”
“Well, I guess you’ll be going then,” Kip said.
Annie smiled in the dark and pulled him tighter to her.
“Kip?” She said again.
“Yes.”
“Have we had our last words about what can and can’t go into the biography?” Annie asked.
“Like I said, Annie, we can talk more about it tomorrow.”
“Kip?”
“Yes, Annie?”
“Will you go with me to my apartment tomorrow and help me pack?” She asked
Kip turned over to face her. “Jacky said we’re not leaving till this weekend, Annie. We’ve got a few days before you have to pack.”
“Ah,” Annie said. She looked down and away from him.
Kip saw the consternation on her face and realized there was a different question that she hadn’t asked.
“Annie,” Kip said. “You want to come stay with me here?”
Annie looked at him with pleading eyes.
Kip smiled. “Sure, I’ll help you pack tomorrow.” Annie smiled too.
Chapter Three
Neither one of them slept in late. They both woke when the sun filled their room. Kip was up wandering around when Annie rose and shuffled into the shower. Her body was pink with wine stain. Smiling, Kip watched her as she headed for the bathroom. Annie caught his gaze and stopped to pose for him, showing off her pink hue.
“I like pink.” Kip snickered.Minutes later she returned, sans pink. She had a towel wrapped around her hair, but not her body. Kip was sliding clothes on hangers across a rack in the closet. When he found the shirt he wanted, he yanked it free and turned to find Annie standing behind him. He looked her up and down, admiring her curves.
“I still like pink,” he said.
“There’s no more wine in the fridge,” she said grinning.
Never enough, Kip thought to himself.
“I’ll get more delivered today. We’ll make it a pink evening,” he said as he pulled on his shirt.
“It’s a date.” Annie stood there with a constant smile, as if it were painted onto her face.
Kip stared back at her. “What?” he asked.
Annie blushed. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess it’s just that I had no idea breaking rules could be so rewarding.”
Kip shrugged. “Clearly you have not spent enough time with rock stars.”
“That’s what I mean,” she said. “My rule about dating rockers. I have to admit I have thoroughly enjoyed being with you Kip.”
Kip smiled deeply at her and pulled her to him. “It was a phony rule anyway. You said it yourself.” He kissed her and pulled her tighter to his chest, feeling hers rise against him as she breathed deeply at the closeness. The smell of her shampoo and body wash made it that much better and hard for Kip to let go.
“The rule was phony. Just meant to keep you focused on the real reason I was there and off of my,” she looked down between them, “breasts. But I really have always avoided guys like you. Or at least, guys like I thought you were.”
“Well, what kind of guy do you think I am now?” he asked her.
“Not what I expected, I admit,” she said. “I mean, you do have some traits of a rocker, but you are much more reserved than I thought you were from all of the press reports I have read. And way more reserved than your band mates. Actually, I find you surprisingly down to earth.”