She moaned and shuddered as he rolled over and she sank down on his cock again. Even though he wasn't all hard, it still sent a shiver through her body. She flopped on top of him, head against his chest, smiling faintly at his thumping heartbeat. "Bet that little bitch never did that to you," she scoffed between pants. "God, Lucas. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" That had been crazy awesome. Her mind was blown and she couldn't feel her legs and well, she wasn't moving for awhile. Possibly ever.
He let out a breathy little laugh at her scoff. "Please," he muttered, shaking his head a little. "Not even close." She'd been too busy trying to impress him with poetic verses and shit. Which was fine and dandy when he thought he was the only one, but now it made her look even more like a fucking cunt. "I don't know," he admitted. "From you, I guess because it's never been like that before."
Poetry? Who the hell read poetry to a guy in bed? The hell? Shy would have rolled her eyes at that if she knew. At best. His flattery got a laugh out of her. "It's never been good before," she told him. "So apparently we are just that good together." She sighed and folded her arms over his chest so she could rest her chin on them. "I can't feel my legs. Or my hips. And its awesome. I love you."
Lucas grinned at her, still in an almost dazed and confused state. "I take it back," he told her, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Today doesn't suck after all." It was typical really and he should have expected it. Cheyenne had a way of taking his shittiest days and turning them into the best ones ever. She'd gone above and beyond this time. "I love you too," he murmured, leaning in enough to kiss her forehead. "And now you definitely gotta sleep in the bed. I'll even be nice and not boot you out," he smirked.
"Actually, yesterday sucked," she teased, nodding towards the clock. "It's after midnight. Cinderella turned out to be a rotten pumpkin yesterday. Today, you got to have sex with me. So yes, today does not suck." She smiled at him, letting out a little crowing laugh. "No you're not. Because I'm not moving. So deal with it."
He shook his head a little. "No," he told her. "I didn't have sex with you." That technical term for it didn't do it justice as far as he was concerned. Not with Cheyenne. "See, it's not good enough a word," he told her. "Not for my best girl. So that? That wasn't sex. Sex happened with Alanna. It didn't mean anything. This, you, that means something. I love you. So I made love to you." It sounded better that way and she needed to know that he didn't think of this as a rebound. Girls were weird like that. Always thinking bad shit. Might as well nip it in the bud right now before she had a chance to think badly even for a second.
She almost made some comment about how he could have fooled her, but then he got al sweet on her. "Best girl?" she challenged. "Better be the only girl. Because I don't put out for just any good looking bird with a big dick." She leaned in a kissed him. "I love you. And I stand corrected. We made love. You are not going to be a father to the Fallen Princess's baby, and she got dumped twice to boot. And most importantly, you and I are together. So today's been pretty damned good." She wasn't capable of thinking bad shit right now. That required more brainpower than she had right now.