chapter 25

far behind

While October reaches its close, my search for Travis is far from over. I’ve scoured the town for him but haven’t found a fucking trace. Now, I wish I would’ve reached out to him earlier, instead of pushing him away like a complete pussy. I just can’t get over seeing him like that. I’ve never seen him act so skittish and fucking strange. I understand his apprehension because I was pretty nervous myself—but you’d think he would’ve at least waved back or said “hey” or something to acknowledge my presence. I’m obviously in no position to judge him, so why would he fear my opinion?

Since last seeing him, I’ve been regularly going to the A.A. meetings in the area. I haven’t seen him at a single one. I can’t help but feel somewhat guilty—fearing my presence has scared him away. Since we both have our issues with drugs and alcohol, I think we might have supported each other in this journey. At least, I would’ve liked to have done that. It would’ve been something to bring us closer together after Dean’s death. We weren’t extremely close in the past; he’d always been more of my brother’s friend than mine since I was a few years younger. Although, to be honest, I hadn’t been close to anyone back then. I didn’t really do “relationships” of any kind and everything remained pretty surface-level for me. I don’t know what my issue was with bonding with people; I never felt the desire to be close to anyone when I was growing up. So, Dean and Travis were the two people who were really important to me when I was a teenager. Which makes the thought of him hiding from me sting that much more.

Tonight, I’m going to another meeting at a different location in hopes I’ll find him this time. The atmosphere at this meeting is not as daunting as it’s been at some of the others. While the local Y.M.C.A. feels like a strange place to meet, I’m relieved this location doesn’t have statues of Christ and the Virgin Mary sitting around, looking as if they’re watching you. Now, I’m just surrounded by a basketball court and gym equipment as I awkwardly walk to the designated meeting room at the end of the hall. This meeting isn’t as popular as the last. Instead of rows of chairs, they’re formed into a small circle. I hate small groups. They make me feel so fucking uncomfortable because of their intimacy. I can’t blend into the background and pretend I’m not here. This discomfort will be worth it if Travis decides to show up.

I take a seat and pray no one will decide to sit fucking next to me. I’m faced so that I can watch the door as people trickle in. The meeting tonight is mostly men, but there are a few women. Unfortunately, not one of them is Travis. I’m close to just walking out of the meeting before it officially starts, but because of the small amount of people attending, I know it’d be uncomfortable for me to leave. Thankfully, the leaders of these A.A. meetings don’t ask a bunch of questions to those attending and don’t force all attendees to speak. Maybe one day I’ll consider getting up and sharing my story, but today, like most days, I just want to sit back and listen.

The meeting begins and a few people have come prepared to speak tonight. Their stories are similar and relatable. It’s strange to hear these sorts of accounts from people who look so normal. I don’t know what I was expecting—but it definitely wasn’t this. I suppose I was expecting to see people similar to the photographs shown in those school D.A.R.E. presentations to dissuade you from trying drugs and alcohol. Those presentations consisted of some of the worst photos of drug addicts and alcoholics imaginable. I went through life believing that’s what they all looked like and since I didn’t look like those pictures, I couldn’t truly have a problem. Of course, the scene in California taught me to think somewhat differently. I’ve seen gorgeous women snort coke off their nails as if they were having their afternoon cup of tea.

As I listen to the stories, I observe the people sharing them. One man who looks like he could’ve easily been my high school history teacher talks about sneaking drinks at work until he was caught and fired. Another man who looks like a completely “normal” person and would have a completely “normal” job, talks about how his alcoholism lead to his divorce and a custody battle over his children. A woman with pearls around her neck and a polished outfit tells us about her DUI and how it cost her the nursing license she worked so hard for. My mind begins to drift to my own life as they speak about theirs. I end up thinking about Ronnie and Grey waiting for me at home as I stare out one of the room’s windows. Before the meeting comes to its close, the most skittish looking man of the entire group decides he wants to speak. He’s shaking slightly as he stands from his seat, and I’m not sure if it’s due to nerves or maybe drugs because something about him just isn’t sitting right with me. He stutters out an introduction, telling the group his name is Will and he’s been sober for a little over five months now. With an anxious sigh, he begins.

“I really hit rock bottom when my girlfriend broke up with me because of my drinking. Of course, I ended up drowning my sorrows at a pub a few miles away from my apartment. It was the only bar in town I hadn’t been kicked out of due to disorderly conduct. I don’t remember how many drinks I had—but I do remember when the bartender cut me off and said he’d call me a cab. I didn’t want to wait for the ride, so I grabbed my keys from his jar behind the bar and left before he could stop me. Everything after that was a blur. I remember the radio blaring and I the can of beer I was drinking as I drove home. I dropped my beer and it landed on the floorboard. And in an effort to retrieve it—I took one hand off the wheel and ended up crashing into something. As soon as I realized I hit a car, I got spooked and drove away. When I sobered up a week or two later, I knew I needed help. That’s how I ended up here and now I’ve been sober for a little over five months.”

As the group congratulates him on his transformation, all I see is fucking red. His story is just an example of how fucking selfish alcoholics can be. What if he killed someone? How would he even know if he did if he was too drunk and selfish to stay on the scene of the accident? My thoughts are instantly flooded with images of Dean and Cat: two people who died because someone was fucking selfish; two innocent people who lost their lives because someone decided to make a horrible, careless choice. I want to say something to this asshole, but I don’t want to cause a scene. I hate attention and I know if I opened my mouth, I’d end up beating his ass. Punishing him because I don’t know who the fuck else to punish.

I leave the meeting in a foul mood. Isn’t it ironic that all these meetings make me want to drink? The thought makes me choke out a bitter laugh. Will I ever escape this? Now that all my vices are gone—it feels like I’m missing a major crutch. Maybe I should just stick to talking to Dr. Russell about this shit, because all these A.A. meetings feel counterproductive as shit for me. Not wanting to end up at a gas station purchasing a pack of cigarettes to take off some of the edge, I focus all my energy on thinking about what’s waiting for me back home. I know Ronnie’s probably planning for tomorrow. It’s Halloween and we’re planning on having a relaxing night staying in. However, she still insists on decorating her apartment for the occasion. Something which I find incredibly endearing. If I’m lucky, Ronnie will decide to dress up for me. The thought of her in a tight, sexy Halloween costume makes me painfully hard in my jeans. What I wouldn’t give to fuck her in one of those outfits. I try to bring my thoughts to something less pleasant so I don’t walk into her apartment with a giant hard-on. Despite my efforts, my thoughts continue to drift back to her in various outfits.

I manage to calm myself down by the time I get to Ronnie’s. I find her and Grey sitting on the couch watching The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. Grey babbles along with the movie from her lap. Neither of them has noticed me yet, so I take out my phone and snap a quick picture of them. I know it’ll make a perfect background for my home screen. As soon as I finish taking it, Ronnie’s eyes pop up to meet mine.

“What are you doing, babe?”

“Taking a picture. You two look so good together.” I join her on the couch and kiss her forehead, causing Grey to instantly turns toward me and reward me with a huge grin. He claps his hands in excitement and begins to reach for me.

Ronnie giggles at the crazed little man in her lap. “He’s been waiting for you all evening, constantly looking at the door, waiting for his daddy to come home.”

“Dada!” Grey exclaims as if on cue and reaches his hands eagerly in my direction again. God, I love when he calls me that. I wonder if I could teach him to say “mama.” Or would that just completely freak Ronnie out? I could always deny teaching it to him and just claim he picked it up from Harper or something like that.

“What are you thinking about, daddy?” Ronnie asks as she reaches down to tickle Grey’s stomach.

“Nothing.” I don’t want to express my desire to hear my son call her his “mommy.” It’s probably fucking weird and I’m sure it would freak her out—even if she never admits that it does. Being a parent is a lot of responsibility and we haven’t been together very long. I’ll wait until we’re married and then I’ll teach Grey the title. Shit, I can’t believe I’m thinking about marriage! I honestly never thought I’d get married. Of course, that was B.R.:  before Ronnie. She’s so incredible. I know that if I don’t stake my claim soon some other guy will snatch her up. I turn to look at her, imagining what it would feel like to have her as a wife. She’s everything a man could want—everything I want. I know I can’t let her slip through my fingers.

Ronnie gives me a cute, little smile before turning her attention back to the television. Grey isn’t as interested in Charlie Brown as my girl is; he’s much too busy observing me and playing with my face. He puts his little hands on my cheeks and pushes my lips together until I look like a fish, then he throws his head back in laughter. I smile at his response and make another funny face at him, which causes him to laugh even harder until his laughter becomes these cute fucking hiccups. I try to ease the trapped air by placing him comfortably on my shoulder as I begin to rub his back. I love these little bonding moments with my son. It makes all the shitty parts of my day worth it when I can come home to him and my girl.

“So, did you get a costume for Grey?”

“Maybe,” she teases before bringing her lips to meet mine in an obvious attempt to distract me. “I guess you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.”

I bring my lips back to hers again—enjoying the way they taste as I lick her full bottom lip. Before things can go much further, Grey lets out a fussy whine and pushes on my face with his hand. I give him a dubious look as he breaks up our kiss. In return, he gives me a pout, as if to say, “Dad, why the hell aren’t you paying attention to me?” I kiss his forehead to placate him and it calms him down right away.

“Why, will you be dressing up, too?” I ask, hoping that she will so I can fuck her while she’s all dressed up in some hot outfit.

“It’s nothing much. Just something I’ve worn over the past few years.”

Ronnie’s a shit liar. I’ve got to try my best to keep the smile off my face as I think of what she purchased for my eyes only. “I’m sure whatever it is, you’ll look hot.” Ronnie blushes at my comment. I pull her comfortably against my body, her soft curves molding against my hard frame.

“I thought after the movie we could finally carve our pumpkins. They’ve been sitting there for a month,” Ronnie says with a smile as she nods her head toward the kitchen table, where she has everything set up. “You can carve the pumpkin for Grey and let him get all the pumpkin guts out.”

“Pumpkin guts?” I ask with a smile.

“That’s what Harper calls it. She used to do it when she was little and she loved it. So, I thought it’d be fun for Grey. Aren’t all little boys supposed to like playing with slimy stuff?”

Ronnie gives me a hopeful smile and I’m quick to answer, “Of course, babe. That sounds wonderful.”

My girl can barely sit through the rest of the movie because she’s so eager to start carving the pumpkins. Finally, she decides she can’t wait and explains that we can always hear the movie from the kitchen. Grey doesn’t seem to mind; he’s far more fascinated in Ronnie and me than he is watching the cartoon movie. I get up and follow Ronnie into the kitchen, watching the way her ass sways with every step. I wonder how women do that when they walk. It’s so fucking sexy to watch their hips move with every little step they take. Of course, it’s even sexier when my girl does it. Everything she does pretty much gives me a hard-on. Since getting a taste of her—it’s all I can think about. We’ve got to find some alone time so I can get another taste sometime soon.

I take a seat at the kitchen table, feeling like a complete horndog while I check her out as she bends over to place all the tools down on the table. It’s not my fault that she’s wearing such a loose-fitting T-shirt that shows off her perfect tits every time she bends down. I try to focus my thoughts on something else—like my son sitting in my lap, looking up at me with a curious expression. I breathe a sigh of relief as soon as I get my shit under control and Ronnie joins me at the table with a large supply of napkins.

I place Grey in his highchair as I go to town on the top of the pumpkin—cutting into it until I get to the guts. As soon as I’m finished, I pull Grey from his highchair and place him safely on my lap. I look down at him and find that his eyes are wide as he takes in the scene. Ronnie’s already scooping all the shit out of her own pumpkin—obviously eager to carve the face. She’s so fucking cute like this: so carefree and beautiful as she spends time with my son and me. The fact that she’d take the time to do something like this as a family touches my heart more than she’ll ever know. It shows that she wants to do more than just date me—she wants to be a family and a major part of Grey’s life. I lean over to kiss her cheek and she blushes, taken completely off guard at the spontaneous gesture. She smiles at me and I give her a smile in return before turning my attention back to Grey.

“You ready to take the brains out of the pumpkin, little man?” I ask him as I bounce him on my lap, before lifting him up so he can get a better reach inside the small, round pumpkin in front of him.

He gives me an eager grin, but as soon as he reaches into the pumpkin his grin turns into a confused looking pout and a gag. Despite his gag reflex, he keeps going for it. He continues to reach into the pumpkin to grab some of its seeds. “I don’t know if he likes it,” I say with a laugh. Ronnie giggles at how cute his skeptical look is and bends down to give him a little kiss on the forehead. Grey continues to gag as he digs into the pumpkin. I try to gently pull his hand away as I say, “It’s okay, buddy. Daddy can do that for you.” He sneezes, shakes his head, and continues to bore inside the pumpkin with an eager smile on his little face. About twenty minutes later—and with Ronnie’s help—Grey’s pumpkin is cleaned out and he takes a moment to play with the mess on the tray while his gag reflex is going crazy.

“What do you want Daddy to carve, Grey? Want something scary?” I can’t remember the last time I carved a pumpkin. I think it must’ve been when I was in elementary school with Dean’s help. I was never skilled at these sorts of things—but not for lack of trying. I always tried, wanting to impress my mother, but she never seemed to care. I place Grey in his highchair and begin to carve.

“Dada!” he squeals, eagerly bouncing in his seat. Okay, “scary” it is.

Biting on my lower lip in concentration, I try my best to carve something remotely scary into the pumpkin. Or, just anything that looks remotely like a face. Grey laughs at my every move, and it doesn’t take long for Ronnie to join in. I stop cutting and give her a pout, as if to say, “Babe, why are you making fun of my effort?” I look at her pumpkin, which is carved perfectly with the face of a cat.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re just so cute when you’re concentrating.”

“Thanks, babe,” I respond with a dramatic eye-roll, only causing her to giggle more which makes me smile. By the time I’m finished with my poorly carved pumpkin, Grey is messy and fast asleep in his highchair. I look over to Ronnie only to find she’s equally messy. I wouldn’t mind licking that crap off of her. “How about we go to my apartment? I’ll clean him up and put him to bed. And then you and I can take a shower together. You’re so dirty, baby.”

Ronnie flushes—obviously just as turned on as I am—and quickly nods. “I’ll clean up here and then meet you there in a few minutes?”

I answer her with a passionate kiss before pulling away, realizing I don’t want to wake my sleeping son. As much as I love him—I don’t need him to cock block me right now. Ronnie and I haven’t had a chance to fuck in what feels like weeks and I need her desperately. I slowly get up and walk over to my apartment. I wipe the sticky pumpkin shit off Grey, then get him ready for bed and safely in his crib.

As soon as I hear her knock on my door, my cock is standing at attention and very uncomfortable against the zipper of my jeans. I adjust myself and gently shut Grey’s door before jogging to let Ronnie in. I open the door to find her in nothing but that fuzzy robe she frequently wears around her apartment. She hasn’t cleaned up, so I suppose she’s allowing me to do the honor. I pull her inside, trying desperately to control myself so I don’t just maul her in the living room. I close my apartment door and instantly push her body against it, crushing my body against hers. My lips are on hers, then they descend to her neck… and then lower. She’s wiggling against me the entire time, making my cock even more painfully hard. In one swift motion, I lift her up and carry her to my bathroom, eager to get her naked and under the hot stream of water. As soon as I have us standing by the shower, I set her down on her feet. However, I can’t seem to take my hands off her—touching her still as I reach in and turn on the shower and crank it to the hottest setting.

I strip her out of her robe as soon as the water is ready and pull us under the stream without giving a shit about the fact that I’m still fully dressed. She giggles at me, but her giggles soon turn to moans as my lips wrap around one of her nipples. I can’t wait long enough to fully strip, so, instead, I unzip my pants and lift her up, pressing her against the shower wall. I’m inside her in one swift motion and rock her world until we both can barely stand. The water runs cold, and I give her an exhausted kiss before turning it off and pulling her out of the shower. I lost my clothes somewhere in the process of fucking her, but I honestly can’t string the events together in my head to effectively remember when it happened exactly. She yawns against my shoulder as I wrap her up in a towel before carrying her bridal-style to my bed.

“You want to sleep here tonight?”

She gives me a sleepy nod before cozying up to me in bed. I quickly leave the room to check on Grey, finding that he’s still fast asleep with a smile on his face. Now that I have a baby monitor, I’m not as hesitant to leave him to sleep in his own room. However, some nights, I’ll pull him into my room just to give myself some peace of mind. He’s just so little and so many things can happen to him while I’m not able to watch over him. I kiss my fingers and then place them on his forehead. He opens his eyes and gives me a sleepy smile before quickly settling back to sleep. Tomorrow is his first Halloween and I’ve vowed to make it a special day for him. Knowing that, I return to bed so I can try to get a good night’s rest.

 

 

The sound of Grey’s laughter wakes me up. I rub the sleep from my eyes and wipe my groggy face. I’ve never been a morning person, but my son certainly helps me to be less bitter when I wake-up. As soon as my sleepy haze lifts, I turn to find the source of the sound. He’s sitting on Ronnie’s stomach, loudly giggling as she makes various silly faces at him.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Ronnie says, while still entertaining my son.

“What time is it?” I ask in a voice thick with sleep.

“It’s a little past nine,” she assures me before sitting up, holding Grey safely against her chest. He nuzzles her tits and smiles at me. Lucky little guy.

I wouldn’t mind if every morning were like this. Waking up to my beautiful girlfriend and perfect son. Holding her in my arms last night was incredible. I almost like holding her just as much as I like fucking her. There’s just something about that skin to skin contact that’s extremely comforting. It’s also nice to have someone else here to give Grey attention so early in the morning. I try my best with him, but I’m usually still half asleep by the time he’s fully awake.

“I thought I’d make Grey some breakfast while you get ready for the day.”

God, this girl is so thoughtful and fucking perfect. I smile at her and jump out of bed, eager to take my time getting ready. I didn’t exactly wash up in the shower last night, so while Ronnie handles breakfast for my son, I decide to take a nice long shower instead of my usual one which takes no longer than five minutes. I strip and duck under the stream of hot water, enjoying the way it feels against my skin. My cock rises, and before I can help myself, I quickly rub one out while imagining my girl on her knees with her pouty lips wrapped around me. As soon as I’m finished and fully clothed, I make my way to the kitchen, almost blushing as I think of facing my girl after masturbating to my fantasy of her. As soon as I walk into the kitchen and find her in her fuck-hot Halloween costume, I’m thankful that I did rub one out a few moments earlier. Otherwise, this interaction would’ve been incredibly embarrassing for me.

It’s obvious she’s seen the Star Wars collection by my DVD player. In a very short Princess Leia outfit, she looks like she just stepped out of one of my teenage wet dreams. Jesus, I’m hard again. I have to reign in my self-control to hold myself back from just whipping it out and stroking myself in the middle of the kitchen.

“Do you like it?” she quietly asks as blood rushes to her cheeks. 

“Do I like it?” I snort at how absurd the question sounds coming from her beautiful lips. “Of course, I like it. You look so fucking hot, baby.” I close the distance between us and take her into my arms, kissing her blushing cheeks before rubbing my hard body against hers.

“Look at your son.”

When I see Grey, I can’t help but laugh. He looks so fucking adorable with his big green Yoda ears and a brown Jedi robe. I can’t believe my girl thought about this. It’s all so perfect. Just like her. “I can’t believe you dressed him up like Yoda.” I laugh as I look at him, as he giggles loudly in his high chair while playing with his green foam ears.

“I thought his daddy would like it,” she cutely responds.

God, I fucking love you! If I wasn’t so fucking nervous, I’d say the words aloud, but I want my first time telling her to be absolutely perfect. I’ve never said those words to a woman. It’s scary and the thought of expressing my feelings makes me feel so fucking vulnerable. I know once I finally say the words to her, they’ll flow off my lips after that at any given chance. I’ll probably never be able to shut up about how much I love her once the words are spoken. Hell, I guess I’ve got the rest of my life to express my feelings for her.

“What is it?” she coyly asks, making it obvious that I was staring at her for too long.

“Nothing. You’re just so beautiful, Ronnie.”

She blushes before she goes to flip our pumpkin pancakes. I can’t help myself, as I walk up behind her and brush my hands against her ass before kissing her neck and nuzzling her Princess Leia buns before going to the table to join my son. I watch her as she cooks for us and feel myself falling in love with her even more. I feel like I fall in love with her more every single fucking second. We eat breakfast and plan our day out—excited for the chance to spend the entire day together without interruptions.

It’s only appropriate to spend the day watching all the Star Wars movies while eating Halloween candy and complete junk. We start with A New Hope—because I have to start my girl off right—and eventually we watch the prequels after finishing the original trilogy. Ronnie explains that she’s seen the original trilogy with her dad but hadn’t remembered much about it. I’m more than happy to let my inner geek shine through and explain to her every aspect of the movies. I even tell her all about the Star Wars novels and comics I read growing up. She listens, but I’m not sure how invested in it she really is. She gives me this look, that says, “Man, he’s hot. I got to make sure I look interested.” She didn’t say much in response, but she does tell me, in length, how attractive she finds Harrison Ford. I’ve got to admit, hearing her go on and on about another man does make me a tad jealous. Even if it is a movie star who’s now in his seventies. Finally, after watching Revenge of the Sith—which I love, even though some people don’t share my opinion—it’s dark outside and we finally decide to watch some scary movies. Of course, with a baby we can’t watch anything too fucked like The Shining or Cannibal Holocaust, so we settle on Hocus Pocus which is playing on the Family Channel.

Grey has been so great during our lazy day at home. He was absolutely fascinated by the Star Wars marathon—which I’m not surprised about considering Dean and I were completely obsessed with the movies as kids. He’s been so quiet and curious about the movies, and as long as I’m paying him some attention, he’s completely fine. He does have a few outbursts, but they are mostly due to needing his diaper changed or being hungry, just like he is right now. He begins to cry and no amount of attempting to placate him will do.

“Aw, baby,” Ronnie says as she looks down at our crying little guy, “I’ll go make us some dinner.”

My stomach grumbles as if on cue and I give her one, long kiss before watching her leave to run off to the kitchen. I can’t help but stare at the way her dress rides up as she walks away, showing the bottom of her perfect ass and a hint of her blue lace panties. Grey’s cries bring me back to the matter at hand. I get on the floor with him, hoping to distract him while Ronnie makes dinner. I play airplane with him until his Yoda ears fly off. I then bounce him on my chest before finally “chasing” him on my hands and knees; he tries to crawl across the floor as quickly as he can to get away from me. I let him think he’s getting away, before I finally catch him and tickle him until he can’t laugh anymore. Around thirty minutes later, he’s completely worn out and falls asleep on the carpet. As I hear my girl put our dinner in the oven, I run to my bedroom to grab Grey’s crib, rolling it into the hallway connecting to the living room. I want to be able to keep an ear out to make sure he’s okay.

Ronnie comes back into the living room and glances over toward the crib. “Aw, is he asleep already?” She adorably asks as she adjusts the low-cut top of her costume.

“Well, it’s pretty late I guess.” As I speak my eyes are glued to her frame. I have to reach down and unashamedly adjust myself. Ronnie watches me, licking her lips as she takes off her apron, tossing it aside and walks toward me. She’s so fucking hot and I’m so hard it’s painful. It must be obvious to her since she’s staring at my cock and licking her lips again like it’s all she wants. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part.

“Sit down, baby,” she orders with a coy grin. “I want to take care of you.”

She pulls the top of her costume down, freeing her gorgeous tits. I lick my lips and quickly unzip my pants, pulling out my cock and stroking it as she continues to walk toward me, her tits bouncing with every step. As she drops to her knees before me, I wonder how I got so lucky. She’s better than any dream. I hadn’t known girls like her existed—and maybe they don’t—maybe it’s just her. She seems to be one of a kind.

She licks my tip before taking the head of my cock in her mouth. She moans. The vibrations cause my cock to throb even harder. Sure, I’ve had woman suck me off before, but they’re nothing like my girl. Seeing her with her tits out and her lips wrapped around me, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. She takes as much of my cock into her mouth as she can handle and pumps the remaining few inches with one hand, while she plays with my balls with the other. My whole body is tense. I feel my orgasm quickly approaching as she works her magic. As soon as she looks up at me with her big, beautiful green eyes, I’m a fucking goner.

“I’m going to come,” I warn, in case she doesn’t want to swallow.

She gives me a wicked look but doesn’t pull away. I hold onto the back of her head, guiding her movements as she licks and sucks on me. She takes as much as she can of me into her mouth, before she chokes. I come with a roar. She swallows everything I give her. As soon as she’s finished, she pulls away to wipe her mouth before giving me a shy smile. How can she be shy after blowing me like a fucking goddess?

“Did you like that?” she questions, as she gets off her knees and joins me on the couch.

“You’re so perfect, Ronnie.” God, I love you. “I’m not done with you yet,” I say as I lower myself onto her soft body.