"Uh, I would like to know all of their names, so please do hold back a little."
Benjamin raised one hand in mild surrender, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and alarm, as I laughed at his easy and predictable reactions to my enthusiasm.
I forgot I was supposed to be cleaning my room and got engaged into more discussions with my love.
I had completely abandoned my chores as he laid his head in-between my spread legs on the large hammock, and I found myself cleaning his ears with a soft weed I had picked from the windowsill—a thin, flexible strand of plant that was sturdy enough to scrape away wax but gentle enough not to hurt the delicate skin inside the ear canal.
Though... his head pressing on my crotch through my thin dress was arousing me insanely, sending waves of heat and need through my entire body, especially since my dress was so sheer and I had nothing underneath at all.
