Pick Me Up

Final Test

I wake up with a strong arm holding mw against what feels like an electric blanket. A soft blow brushing my air, the culprit is Taylor. And we are in a spooning position, his arms enclosing me to him like we have been welded together.

Our legs entangled and I can feel his heartbeat on the back of my lungs, like its pulsing through me. I'm too afraid to move, but I also don't want to. Feeling truly at home in this cocoon. I remember him saying that 'the morning after' could go two ways – oh no- I also remember us kissing... like full on making out groping.

And all of a sudden, I'm not as comfortable as I was ten seconds ago. What if I was really bad? So bad that he tells everybody how bad I am? Because he was good, like way too good to make out with someone like me, who – I presume – was way bad.

"Thinking of ways to avoid talking about how you kissed me last night babygirl?"

"Nope."

"Really..? How you were straddling me...practically riding my dick as your hips moved against me...wanting nothing more to take your clothes off and fu-"

I slap my hand over his mouth, my whole body flushed. "We don't have to talk about it though."

He lets out a boyish smile, brushing my hair from my face. "Okay." He says softly, but cheekily. Rolling out of his arms

"I'm going to make some breakfast did you want anything?" I figure out something to do, to let me breathe for two seconds, and I know I can't do that with Taylor 2 feet away from me.

He props himself on his elbow – watching me – looking sexy as sin as he does it. "Only for you to stay here a bit longer."

Going along with it I remember about the 'lesson'. "Is this one of two situations that could happen?"

His eyes darken at one of the options, a predatory smirk stretching across his face. "If it were I would already have you on all fours and would be pounding into you from behind."

Quickly I cut him off with a redder face then before. "And...I'm going to go make breakfast." I begin awkwardly paddling out the room.

Taylor stands up with one hand covering his crotch. Why would he be doing that?

He also does a similar waddle, but for a very different reason. "I'll be out in a bit...I just have to finish something that you caused." I take a sharp breath in, finally realising what exactly he was covering.

"I caused that?" I blink up at him with wide eyes. I caused that – in fact – I have caused that, twice now. And my confidence is peaking.

Taylor once amused face becomes dangerous, a dark look in his eye. Something must have turned him on in that sentence. "Your acting innocent babygirl and you know that will get you in some big trouble one day." He clutches his thing through his Pyjamas to make a point.

A mischievous smirk rises on my face as I give him a wink. "Maybe I can help you out with your problem? Daddy."

He gives out a forced laugh, his whole demeanour screaming 'Oh what I would do to you'.

He shoos me away. "Get out of here before I punish you."

And I quickly fast walk out of that chamber.

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"Smells good." Taylor comments as he walks from the bedroom with wet hair, and a very distracting towel hanging low on his hips. He didn't want me to forget what he is offering, and right now it is a very tempting offer.