I grin. “Yeah.”
“Any reason you keep it long?” she asks, using her fingers to untangle it.
I shrug. “Just always been that way, so I figure it’s just easier to leave it there.” She continues tugging and pulling, until her fingers are gliding smoothly through it.
“I like it,” she murmurs.“I’d like it even more if I could brush it.”
I snort. “Ain’t gonna happen little darlin’.” She pouts, and I smirk, flicking her lip. “Don’t pout at me.”
“It’s not un-manly to let a girl brush your hair.”
“No,” I grin. “It’s just outright girly.”
“Is.” She gives me a lazy half smile, and then tugs at my hair again, until our lips are touching. Her stomach grumbles against mine. “Hungry?” I chuckle. She nods, stretching and shifting.
“Yeah, but I think I need to shower more.”
“You shower, I’ll get food.”
She nods, grinning. “It sounds like a plan.” I crawl out of her bed, and sit on the side, ready to pull on my jeans when her hand reaches around, and her fingers curl around my soft cock. It instantly jerks to life, swelling beneath her grips.