Lily crawls up on the mattress with her ass in the air. Her little ribbon thong panties are fucking obscene with the way the red fabric disappears between her lips. I bet it’s rubbing on her clit. I bet she’s halfway to coming already. I climb up after her and flip her onto her back, kneeling between her legs.

The ribbon bra is first to go. I pull the bow and watch the red satin fall away. Kissing each nipple, I sit back and appreciate this gift of a woman. The remaining thick band of red hides her clit. I trace the damp edges of the ribbon with my thumbs, and Lily’s breath hitches.

I slip two fingers under, tugging it gently upward. She spreads her legs wider and lifts her hips, pulling the ribbon tighter so it rubs right where it should. I tease her like that, using the friction of the satin to get her where I want her: close but not quite there. I drop my head and kiss above her pelvis. When she moans my name, I shift the ribbon to the side so her swollen clit peeks out. I give it a soft lick, and that’s all it takes to make her come.

I spend a few more minutes with my face between her thighs, using the ribbon and my tongue to get her off. When I can’t wait any longer, I pull the bows on either hip, letting the ribbons fall away. I move her to sit in my lap, easing her onto my cock.

I don’t start with vigorous pounding right away. Instead I let Lily roll her hips while I kiss along the edge of the ribbon still tied around her neck.

“I don’t know why I love this so fucking much,” I mutter against her skin. I really don’t have an explanation. I move one hand to the center of her back and splay the other across her sternum. My index finger slips under the ribbon. “I’m leaving this one on.”

Lily grins. “I figured as much.”

I kiss her one more time. Then I adjust the ribbon so the bow is on the side and slide three fingers under the red satin, curling my fist around it. Lily’s throat bobs with a swallow under my knuckles. I caress the line of her jaw with my thumb. “Is this okay?”

Her eyes flutter, and she makes a noise. For a second I think maybe I’m holding on too tight. I start to loosen my grip, but she covers my hand with hers. Then she shudders, and I feel her clench around my cock.

“You coming for me, luscious?”

“Uh-huh.”

I brush my lips over hers. “I haven’t even started fucking you yet.”

“That was my anticipation orgasm. Maybe I need to get things started so I can have more.”

“I’m gonna say answering the door dressed as a party favor counts as getting things started, but I’m all for more orgasms.”

She rests her palm on the side of my neck as she rises up, and then lowers herself slowly. She starts an easy rhythm, and I let her take control—at least at first, because watching her ride me is damn well fantastic. While she moves, Lily rubs her clit, shuddering as another orgasms rolls through her. When she falters, I let go of the ribbon and hold on to her hips.

Eventually I lay her down and reach across to the nightstand for the Polaroid. I take a picture of her orgasm-flushed face and the sexy bow decorating her throat. Then I cover her body with mine, pushing my thumb under the red satin, and cradle the back of her head while she wraps her legs around my waist. When I come, I keep my eyes on hers, like I did the first time, like I do every time.

I trace the edge of the ribbon. “I know why I like this so much.”

“Because you’re a kinky fucker?” Lily asks. She’s still breathless.

“You think I’m kinky?”

“We get off on getting it on in public bathrooms, and we make sex videos.”

“That’s a valid assessment.”

“I’d still like to hear your hypothesis on why you like the ribbon so much, though.” She runs her fingers through my beard.

“I like the idea that you consider yourself a gift.”

She makes a face. “Wow. That makes me seem like a narcissist.”

“No, it doesn’t. You are a gift, Lily. I’m lucky to love you.”

“I feel exactly the same way about you.” She pulls me down for a kiss. “Maybe next time you should wear the bow.”

“Not in a million fucking years.”

“Why not?”

“Ribbon necklaces aren’t my style.” I roll to the side so I’m not at risk of crushing her and pull the blankets up so she doesn’t get cold.

“What about moody dick? Of all the presents you give me, he’s my favorite to unwrap.”

“Still no.” I pull the bow at her throat, letting it unfurl and fall away. I kiss the faint line left behind from the tension of me holding it.

Lily lifts her chin so I have better access to her neck. “I thought we were going to sleep.”

“We are. Eventually. Unless you need sleep now.”

“No, your loving always beats sleep, even if it means you have to wake me up.”

“Maybe I’ll let you fall asleep, just so I can wake you up.”

Lily runs her hand down my chest. “Want me to pretend for you?”

EPILOGUE

NEW ADDITIONS

LILY

Two weeks later.

The incessant ringing of my cell phone forces my eyes open. I feel for it on the nightstand and groan when I see the time. It’s barely six in the morning. I grunt instead of saying hello.

“Lily? Is that you?”

It’s Sunny. I make an affirmative noise.

“It’s happening.”

“Huh?”

“The baby, he’s on his way.”

I bolt upright. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Where are you? Is Miller there?”

“I’m at home, and the midwife is on her way. Miller’s right here with me.”

“Oh my God, you’re going to be a mom, and I’m going to be an aunt! This is so exciting. What do you need me to do?”

“It’s too early for loud.” Randy groans and rolls over. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he nuzzles into my lap, his face conveniently close to my Vagina Emporium.

“Nothing right now. Titan and Andy might need to be walked in a bit, but Miller can probably do that.” His disapproval over this plan comes through loud and clear in the background. “Or maybe you can stop by and take them for a walk. Um, Wiener might be an issue, though.”

Randy mumbles something about wieners and curls himself around me even more. He’s pretty much head-butting my vagina.