A bit of pillow talk.

You cuddle with Taylor under the bedsheets. Your naked, sweaty bodies are pressing against one another. Taylor is restring besides you, with her head on your chest and her tits pressing against your stomach.

“You know what I said about other guys being better at sex than you?” She asks you.

That’s not the kind of pillow talk you wanted to have, but you nod.

“Yeah, fuck that. You were amazing there.” She plants kisses on your chest. “The best fuck I’ve ever had.”

“And I’m only gonna get better.” You assure her.

“I know.” She smirks. “Just thinking about it is making me wet again.”

“Taylor, I’m going to make this the best weekend of your life,” You tell her. She’s going to say something, but you cut her off. “Then I’ll make the next one will be even better, and the one after that too.”

She stares at you, then grins. “Look at you, talking all big just because you made it through round one. Make it through the weekend and then we’ll talk, alright Babe?”

You smile sheepishly. “Very well. By the way Taylor. Birth control?” You ask.

“Kind of late to ask that, don't you think? Still, I’m on the pill.” She answers.

Good.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” She says and gets up. You notice that her room has its own bathroom.

As Taylor walks to it, she sways her hips from side to side in a sexy walk that you’re sure is nothing but teasing on her part. You just know she’s grinning while doing it because SHE KNOWS you’re staring at her ass like an idiot.

As you’re left momentarily alone, you text your family, telling them that you’ll stay at a friend’s house for the weekend. They don’t have a problem with it, fortunately.