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I roll off you and lie beside you, pulling you into me. I nibble your shoulder and slide my free hand down, just sliding a finger along your slit, lingering. "What do you want to do today?" I ask. "I'm letting Donovan run the bar, and then I have it all weekend."
 
I shiver. "I wanna sleep," I moan playfully. "I've slept better last night than I have all week. . . Thank God that damn research paper is done. . . I also want to cuddle and be with my baby. . ."
 
"Mmm, perfect," I say, nibbling you more and rolling you up in my arms before we both nod off. I fall into a deep sleep, and am still asleep when you wake up, the morning already gone, and well into the afternoon when a storm begins to rumble outside, lightning crackling through the air, jolting you awake.
 
I hear lightening and I bolt up, wide awake. You're still asleep, snoring, and I relax a little bit. I lay back down and watch the storm begin outside, and I gently shake you awake. "Baby? You should see this," I say softly. I love watching thunderstorms, and this one was promising to be great.
 
"What, baby?" I say, groggy, my hair a mess as I wake up and look at you, confused from my mind not catching up with being awake.
 
I giggle and smooth out your hair and point outside. "Look," I tell you, smiling. "Look at how beautiful the storm is. . ."
 
"No, baby," I turn around in your arms so I'm facing you, gasping softly in pain. I turn your head toward the window. "Actually LOOK!" I'm brimming with excitement and a large peal of thunder hits and I squeal in surprise.
 
I delight in watching you do this, thinking it may be one of the cutest things I have ever seen. I laugh at your joy, and think you are beautiful all over again. I kiss you as you jump near me when the thunder peals. "You are too cute," I say. "It is pretty out there." As if on cue, my phone rings. I don't reach for it, it stops, and rings again. I look at you and let it go until it stops. Just before it rings a third time.
 
"It's probably Riley. Ignore it, 'cause you're too busy being with me," I giggle and kiss you happily. "I love watching storms," I sigh happily. I look at you as the phone rings a fourth time, my eyes brimming with happiness, desire, love, and warmth. "And I was going to take a bath," I playfully pout.
 
"Why can't you take a bath?" I ask, tickling you, hoping to lighten the mood caused by the huge elephant ringing in my room.
 
I giggle and squirm as you tickle me, playfully batting your hands. "Because they're a storm outside, and you can get electrocuted," I giggle.
 
"Oh, wow. Yeah we don't want that," I say. The phone rings one more time. "You know what she wants, don't you?" I ask, my tone getting more serious.
 
"No, honestly," I say. "Other than the usual." The phone rings again. "I am about this close," I hold my fingers about an inch apart, "to chucking that phone out the window." I giggle and blush
 
"We'll see if she is," I tell you. "We will, and we will get through this together, baby, I know we will. Now-" I reach over and take the battery out of your phone. "There. You had a dead battery- now unless she comes over, she can't bug us right now. Now," I kiss you fiercely. "I'm thinking that you need a good ol' Lynn face treatement." And with that I start covering your face in kisses.
 
I laugh a little. "The Lynn face treatment?" I say, raising an eyebrow in a naughty look. "That sounds," I pause, "nice."
 
I laugh with you. "Doesn't it, though?" I giggle, covering your face in butterfly kisses as well as real ones.
 
"Mmmm," I moan, and you feel me start growing hard against your leg. "Are we gonna stay in bed all day?" I ask, pressing against you.
 
I flip you over to your back rapidly, surprising you, landing on top of you and between your legs. I kiss you from this position and tell you I want to try something new, nibbling your neck.
 
I grab your wrist and bring your hand down to your pussy. "Let's show each other," I say, beginning to stroke myself above you as I run my free hand over the inside of your thigh, over your hip, up your stomach, and back down again.
 
I shiver and moan as I start playing with my clit, dipping down to my slit to get some of my juices and spread of them.
 
"Mmmm, that looks hot, baby," I say, stroking my cock with a steady pace, still feeling your firm little warm body. "You look beautiful."
 
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