*~*February 2018, Las Vegas - HIS POV*~*

"Hello?"

Fuck. Her voice sounds low and husky when she answers the phone. I was still towel drying my hair when she answered and...fuck, she makes me weak in the knees.

"Mmm...Sorry, beautiful. Did I wake you?" I smirk and can practically hear the eye roll she gives me. I dry off my chest and crawl into bed naked and free, propping myself on the pillows.

"You know you did. I was having the most wonderful dream..." She trails off and I wonder what she was dreaming about.

"Care to share?" I ask, my voice low and seductive.

She laughs, "No way. It'll just make you go faster."

I hum in thought, "Baby, I'm here all night. C'mon...Was I in it?"

"Mhmm," she confirms. "You were giving me the best sex of my life."

I chuckle. "Come on, Babydoll. You're a writer. I know you can give me more detail than that."

"Mmm...It was dark. There was candlelight. You were worshiping my body and I felt like a Goddess."

"That's because you are."

She giggles, "You say the sweetest things, handsome."

"Just telling it like it is, Babydoll." I've been in Las Vegas for the last two days for a double night performance and am horny as fuck. No wife traveling with me so I've used the time productively at least twice a week. With her.

Some nights we spend hours on video chat and enjoy playing out kinky scenes together...other times it's a phone call that only lasts ten minutes. Nights spent talking about details of our lives, the good and the bad.

"God, I wish you were here right now," she whispers. "I miss your touch...your lips...How was your show?"

Unfortunately, touring means I'm way off with my timing. She never complains...no matter how late or early I call her. Normally the guys and I would have a few drinks in the bar. But I had promised to call her tonight and none of the other women tempt me as much as she did. I'm addicted.

"Better than the others. The crowd was responsive and the energy was high. I missed you being there though. Jon finally got over his bronchitis. We'll be heading to St Louis tomorrow. You'll be there, right?"

There's a full minute of silence as I wait for her response. "No." My heart sinks. "Wish I could. Had to get new tires on my car and couldn't afford it."

"You know...all you need to do is ask, darlin'."

She snorts. "And you know I'm not the type to ask for that stuff."

"I'll send a car to pick you up tomorrow at 2."

She giggles and inhales deeply. "Are you...demanding my presence, Mr. Rockstar?" Her voice is teasing and it goes straight to my dick.

"Damn right I am, Babydoll," I groan and readjust in bed, palming my erection and inhaling deeply. "It's been too long. I'd hate to think what would happen if you said no."

I can almost see her pouting at me. "You wouldn't..."

"Try me, gorgeous. If you say no, I'll make damn sure to show up at your home and demand...an apology."

"What kind of...apology?"

I smirk, "The kind that involves my hands and your mouth."

She's speechless for a moment and then giggles once more. I can hear her breathing quicken and my heart beats faster in response. "If you insist...I'll be ready for you...just like I am now." She hums to herself and I hear her shuffling in bed.

"Show me."

A moment of silence then my phone vibrates. I accept her video call and moan at her body gloriously exposed, hair splayed out on the pillow behind her. "Like what you see?"

"Fuck yeah, baby," I groan, stroking my dick. Hard and drooling for her attention, I show her the glistening tip. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips as she watches me. "I miss you."

"Mmm I've missed him too," she moans, her voice becoming breathy. Her eyes pierce through the phone screen and she bites her lip. Her hand snakes down between her legs and she rubs at her clit. "I wish you were here, Daddy..." She moans, sliding a finger inside herself.

"Show up at your place and pin you against the wall. Slam the door behind me and wrap my hand around your neck. Make you beg for my touch." My own voice drops to its natural baritone, deep and raspy. "Touch yourself for me."

Her eyes flutter closed and she begins to rub her clit in earnest. "Yes, Daddy," she breathes.

I spit in my hand and start stroking myself, imagining it's her hands on me. "How long has it been since you played with yourself, Babydoll?"

"Too long..." She whimpers as she starts to buck against her own hand. I watch her tight body squirming under the blankets as she pleasures herself for me. My strokes quicken as I imagine her pretty pink folds all hot and wet for me. "Too long, Daddy...please..."

"Please what, Babydoll?"

"I want your fingers...inside me..." she begs.

I groan, stroking faster and harder. "Mmm that pussy belongs to me. Say it."

"Yes...please...fuck....my pussy belongs to you," she whimpers. Her hand disappears from the camera view and I can hear the squelching sound of her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. Her breathing becomes ragged as she gets closer to her orgasm. "I'm so close, Daddy...please..."

"Cum for Daddy," I groan as I start jerking myself off with intense speed. "Cum for me, Princess."

She writhes and bucks against her hand, her back bowing off the bed as she moans and squeals in pleasure. The sound of her ecstasy sends me over the edge and I grunt as I come all over my stomach.

"Mmm...Daddy, that was wonderful," she sighs as her body stops spasming. "I really needed that. Got the sheets a bit wet though."

"Let me see the mess you made." The room lights up and she points the camera at her bedsheets. "Fuck, Babydoll." I groan as I see the wet spot in her bed. "You soaked right through."

"Sorry, Daddy," she says sheepishly. "I'll go change the sheets."

"No you won't. That's the best your sheets have looked in a while. You're keeping that wet spot."

"So tell me, Daddy...is there anything in particular you'd like me to wear when you see me?"

"Surprise me."

*~*~*

After a bumpy landing in St Louis and fighting through downtown traffic, we finally make it to the venue and are escorted through the back doors. First things for all of us...food. The catering is always wonderful but the southern venues are ALWAYS better.

The guys and I file in and fill our bowls to the brim with delicious chicken soup that catering has prepared. I sniff the steam appreciatively, take a couple biscuits with butter and grab the seat next to Everett.

I feel the curious eyes on me and try to ignore them as long as possible. Jon makes this impossible and clears his throat. I glance up with my mouth full of soup, swallow the hot broth and ask with my eyes watering, "What?"

"You're awfully cheerful, Lema," he comments with a smirk. "Come on...spill it..."

I take my time sipping ice cold water from a chilled glass. "You know the girl I spent a week with last year? The one who runs the fan club page?" Jon nods and I continue, "She recently moved here temporarily for business so I got her a guest pass and front row tickets."

Phil looks at me with a mixture of shock and curiosity. "She really got under your skin, eh?"

"I dunno. Thought it was gonna be a week fling with a fan, help her out a bit for her site but..." I shrug and shake my head. "I haven't gotten her outta my head." I take a bite of a biscuit and savor its buttery warmth.

"You're hopeless, Lema. She's a fan...a groupie," Jon chuckles. "I'm sure she's a nice girl and all but you know how these things usually end. She's not your wife or girlfriend. A fan. A screaming stalking maniac that you got to fuck for a week."

Everett raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "You make it sound like a bad thing," he says. "You had a good time, didn't you?"

I shrug and take another sip of water. "I did. It was fun and she's great company. Not my usual type, physically, but goddamn she's a demon in the bedroom." Phil and Hugh chuckle, smirking at each other.

"Don't be so hard on him, Jon. Why not?" Phil asks, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You seemed to enjoy it and it's more than obvious you like her a lot."

"Yes, but that's the problem," Jon says, his voice growing serious. "It's not about enjoying myself or liking her. It's about the complications that come with being with someone like that. And I don't want that in my life right now."

"But why?" Everett asks, leaning forward. "What's so different about her?"

Jon sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "It's not just her," he says. "It's the whole situation. She's a fan, you're a musician and a famous one at that with a lot of money. What if she tries to blackmail you or some shit? It's a recipe for disaster."

Everett nods in understanding. "I understand," he says, then looks over to me. "But I think you owe it to yourself to give it a chance. You only live once, man."

"You think I'm crazy?"

"Yes!" Jon and Phil chorus with the latter adding, "Was the pussy that fucking good?"

I smirk around a mouthful of biscuit and mumble, "It was pretty damn good."

Only then does Tico speak. "Just because she's a fan, it doesn't make her bad news. Besides, you've talked to her after, right?"

I nod excitedly. "Yeah at least twice a week on the phone. Messaging other times with...lots of photos."

"Long as she knows you're married, respects your private life, and you're honest with her, I don't see the problem either," Hugh interjects.

Jon throws his arms up in defeat and helps himself to another bowl of chicken soup. I find myself lost in thoughts of her back in my arms, our lips and bodies touching. Lunch ends unceremoniously and I grab my phone to send a quick message to her.

"Heading for soundcheck. See you tonight, Babygirl."

*~*~*

"Lema! Let's go!"

I stare at myself in the mirror and pop some gum to calm my nerves. What if she doesn't show up? Why am I getting so worked up over a woman? And why the fuck won't my mind shut up?

In the hallway, everyone is waiting...including Jon. I'm never the last one. "Sorry, man. I'm here!"

I'm only half listening to Jon's preshow speech, standing in a circle with my brothers and hands in the center. Security leads us to the double doors separating backstage from the arena. They open and thousands of screams hit us at once.

We trek under the stage in the darkness as fans are distracted by the intro video playing on the big screen. House lights go down and I climb to the stage with Hugh, Phil and Tico. Everett and Shanks follow our lead.

I can't see anything until the spotlights dance around and show lights illuminate the crowd. There she is. In the first row...right in front of me. My lips curl into a wide smile and, while playing the opening chords, I wave to her. She blows a kiss back and I wink at her.

Jon rushes the stage and we launch into 'This House is Not For Sale'. As I dance between my keyboard setup, she grabs my attention and shrugs out of a leather moto jacket. A plunging black halter dress teases me and I lick my lips.

Yeah I know...I should be checking out all the beautiful women in the first 3 or 4 rows. Believe me, there's no shortage of them. Tall leggy blondes and cute busty redheads. But no. It's the short, curvy brunette with her camera that I concentrate on.

I still remember the softness of her skin and the lingering scent of her perfume. How sweet her pussy tasted and her fingers clutching my hair, her cries of pleasure ringing out and how her tight muscles would contract around my cock as she would cum...just for me.

Her eyes follow my every move and she's singing and dancing along with us, eyes going wide as our head of security takes her wrist and wraps a red plastic wristband around it. She smiles and mouths, "Thank you" towards me.

I nod and mouth back, "You're welcome." Jon is right. I am a pussy whipped idiot. But, fuck it, I don't care. I've never felt this way about anyone in my life. She makes me feel alive again.

Unfortunately, Jon has seen her too and brings her up on stage for the "Bed of Roses" slow dance. It's no coincidence. I've shown him photos of her. Why does he keep leaning into her? The fucks he saying to her?

I watch them in envy. His hands are her waist and her dress hitches up. I know the delicious ass that hides under it and my mouth waters. It takes all my strength to keep from bending her over on the stage and burying myself in her warm body.

They pause the moment before he would kiss the lucky fan, she pulls him in but not for a kiss. Rather she whispers something in his ear. He nods with a smile. She turns to me and saunters across the stage, eyes full of fire and passion.

"All she wants is the keyboard player!" Jon announces. I smirk and pull her up to my platform, forgetting that anyone else exists. Arms wrap around each other, our eyes lock and I dip her. My lips drop to hers and the whole place erupts in cheers and screaming.

It's as though the time apart hasn't existed and we're back in my New York apartment, curled up in bed or the sofa, no one around to disrupt our time. A small moan escapes her parted lips as my hand cups her ass under her skirt and squeezes.

She moans into my mouth, her hands gripping my hair. I grind against her, feeling her heat through her dress. I can feel the bulge of my cock against her thigh, and I know she wants it. She wants me. I pull away to catch my breath, and she smiles at me, her eyes dark with desire.

"I need you," she whispers in my ear.

Jon clears his throat to pull us harshly back to reality. The show still needs finishing and we're not alone. Over 50,000 sets of eyes are trained on us. My fingers twitch and close around her neck, squeezing firmly and she gasps.

"We'll finish this later, Kitten," I whisper in her ear and she shivers. "That wristband and guest pass will get you backstage...all the way to my dressing room."

"How very kind of you, Mr Bryan," she replies then adds, "But first, finish the show. Can't keep us waiting..."

I remove my ear monitors and escort her to the stairs leading off behind the stage and kiss her hand. "Baby!" I yell out and she turns to me. I give Jon the 'one moment' signal and disappear from roaming fan eyes. "Panties. Give them to me."

"What makes you think I'm wearing panties?

"Because you're a brat. Now hand them over."

She chuckles and reaches under her skirt, trailing her lacy thong down her legs. She smiles and holds them out to me. "Here you go, Daddy."

I grin and grab them, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. "Good girl," I whisper, before shoving them in my pocket and rejoining my brothers on stage.

When I glance over, she's back at her seat and, upon receiving my cue from Jon, we launch into Bad Medicine. Halfway through the song, Phil catches my eye and mouths, "Look at her."

He doesn't need to specify. I follow his gesture and see she's pulled out a banana, peeling it slowly. Fuck...not the fucking banana! Anything but the banana! My pants get uncomfortably tight as I watch her lean over the barrier, her breasts begging to break free from her dress.

Her tongue runs the length of the banana's curve. Lush glossy lips suck and nibble around the tip. Whether accidentally or on purpose, a mushy piece drops from her mouth into her cleavage. She holds my gaze and swipes it up with a finger.

Phil glances at me with his mouth agape and an eyebrow raised. We watch her lift her head back, pushing the banana into her throat and thrusting it back and forth for us to see the outline of it.

He laughs and gets close enough that I lean down towards him. "Goddamn! She's crazy," he yells.

"No, she's fucking horny," I correct. "You should see her with chocolate sauce!" She turns to the fan next to her and whispers something, they both giggle before turning back to us.

We look around to her and she winks, taking her time to finish off her snack and lick her fingers clean. It takes all my willpower to keep my erection from growing more. The lights go out when we finish the song and I take that moment to readjust myself.

Someone is definitely gonna catch a crotch shot tonight.

One by one, we work through the setlist and finish with Livin on a Prayer. We join hands at the front of the stage and take our bows, beaming out at the wild audience. I find her gaze and nod towards the backstage door to her and she gathers up her things.

We each wave to the crowd and I lose sight of her as we leave the stage, following arrows illuminating the pathway backstage. Towels are tossed over our heads and shoulders. It's cold when you go go go like a maniac for nearly three hours.

It's quiet in my dressing room. Too quiet. Where is she? Fighting the crowd? Did she change her mind? I shrug out of my soaked t-shirt and swap out the small towel for a larger and warmer one. With a heavy sigh, I turn on the shower and kick off my boots towards the laundry bags.

There's a knock and Patrick sticks his head in. "Lema? Oh, sorry! Were you about to shower? You've got a guest but I can ask her to wait."

"No no...let her in," I say in a rush, hardly able to contain my excitement and relief. She peeks in and sees me smiling. Immediately, she runs up and flings herself into my arms. We embrace each other tightly, solidifying our connection and driving it home.

"I missed you so much, handsome," she whispers as tears fall from her eyes.

"Missed you more, baby," and our lips find the other, electric current running rampant between us. "Spend the night with me?"

She smiles with a quiet, "Mmm...always," and giggles as I lead her backwards into the bathroom. I pin her between the cool tile wall and my body, her fingers playing in my drenched curls. She playfully tugs at my studded belt and tosses it away.

I lift her with ease, her legs locked around my waist, and stumble into the shower. She flings the curtain shut and joins my lips in a feverish and desperate kiss, not caring that her dress is getting soaked. She rubs her pussy into my leather pants and groans.

I push her up against the wall and grind into her, teasingly drawing out our pleasure. She bites my lower lip and I hiss, "You're gonna pay for that."

"Make me," she whispers in a bratty tone, reaching between us and carefully lowering my zipper, my cock hard from her humping me like a hungry little whore. She tilts her hips invitingly and tightens her legs around me as my cockhead teases her slippery hole.

"And here I was wanting to make you wait..."

"Don't make me fucking wait, Rockstar," she growls, her hand fisting my drenched hair.

I thrust into her slowly, sheathing myself in her velvet heat. Her mouth gapes open and she lets out a long sigh of relief as I fill her completely. I begin to thrust, each one harder and faster than the last.

"Oooh shit, baby..."

"Fuck me, Daddy...harder...please..." she whimpers. I hold her delicious body in place and shove my cock with one long stroke into her waiting and willing pussy. She grips my shoulders and digs her heels into my ass, meeting my rhythm with her own.

Her moans fill the room, along with the sound of the water spraying all around us. I lean down and kiss her deeply, my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. She moans in response, pulling me closer and wrapping her legs around me.

"Who owns this fucking pussy?" I moan as her exquisite cunt clasps around my dick, her nails digging into my neck and back.

"You do, Daddy," she answers, and I lose all control. Our moans are united in one agonized cry as we make love under the hot waterfall, clutching at one another, writhing our slick bodies against each other with each thrust of my cock.

Our eyes lock and all that exists is my body connected to hers...thrusting harder, feeling her hold onto me tighter, grinding herself onto my pumping shaft. I bury my face into her neck, my grunts barely audible and teeth nibbling at the sensitive flesh.

"Ahh...fuuuck...tighten that pussy, Babygirl...fucking squeeze my cock," I groan and feel myself throbbing and pulsating inside this beautiful creature. She eggs me on and I speed up, pumping her fast and hard until she's unable to even close her mouth.

Her delicate moans grow to a fever pitch, tears of desperation and relief staining her cheeks. My clenching muscles propel me up, her head dropping back, and spill my hot seed into her, a sacrifice to my Goddess. "D-don't st-stooop, pleeeease," she pleads.

It was all I could do to hang on to her delectable convulsing body as she came with me, legs squeezing me like a vice. Her nails tear at my skin and my teeth sink into her neck. In that exquisite place of ecstasy, fucking and loving as one.

"Fuck, Babygirl. You're gonna be the death of me," I gasp and hold her against me as she grinds her hips into me, squeezing every last ounce of my essence into her pulsating core.

Her hands clutch at my back, pulling me closer as she continues to ride out her orgasm. Her moans fill the room, mixing with the rhythmic pounding of the shower. I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead.

"I know I said it a million times before but I've missed you," she breathes.

"You're my everything, Babygirl," I whisper, and my fingers tangle in her silken hair. "I'll always come back to you."

She kisses me softly and plays with my blonde curls now stuck wet to my face. "I'll always be here, Daddy." I take hold of her wrist and plant my lips on her palm.

The steam from the shower swirls around us, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. We stand there, wrapped in each other's arms and her fingers deftly working my pants and shirt off. I return the favor and strip her bare, pressing our bodies together.

The water continues to rain down on us, washing away our troubles and cleansing our souls. She takes the greatest care of washing my hair and body. "Need my Daddy clean so I can dirty him up again."

"Oh Davey..." We don't bother to move since I know that fucking voice. I motion for her to hide behind me and fling the shower curtain open. Jon's leaning against the sink smirking at us. "Time to go to the hotel. You must be his...special guest."

She hides her face into my shoulder, embarrassed at the awkward intrusion. "Yeah...thanks for the heads up, buddy. Now fuck off," I chuckle and he leaves the room laughing.

I pull her closer, feeling her warm body pressed against mine. "You okay?" I whisper in her ear.

She nods and leans back to look into my eyes. "Just a little surprised."

I kiss her softly and wrap my arms around her, feeling her soft skin against mine. "I'm sorry, Babygirl. I should have told you we tend to be assholes to each other on the road."

We take our time to dry off and I offer her a t-shirt and sweats from my travel case. But to my amazement, she pulls out fresh clothing from her bag. "Don't worry...I came prepared. Figured I wouldn't be returning home tonight."

"You're something else, you know that?" She stretches and presses a soft kiss to my lips. "Now let's get out of here before Jon decides to make us another one of his surprise appearances."

She bags up her wet clothing and takes my outstretched hand. We follow security out to four shiny black Expeditions and climb into the fourth one. It's a short ride to the hotel, most of which we spend making out in the backseat, and we board an elevator with Matt, Jon, Shanks and Phil.

I lean on the elevator wall and she presses against me, her ass grinding into my crotch. Shanks throws a furtive glance our way but says nothing. Jon simply stares forward but I can see him glancing at us in the reflective door.

Her hand slides down my pants and massages me discreetly. I gather her hair in my fist and pull her head back, forcing her to look up at me. "Behave."

"That's no fun," she whispers.

I wrap my hand around her neck, squeezing just enough to cut off an exhale. "What did I say about talking back, little girl?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Phil checking her out. He's trying to be discreet and failing spectacularly. I drop my hand from her neck and pinch her nipple through her shirt. She gasps and shudders, trying to keep quiet.

Shanks winks at her. "Lema sure does love to play with his food before he eats it."

In response, I lift her shirt to show off her perky nipples to my friends. "I bet they'd love to eat what's mine...especially Phil. You know he's been eyeing you since the show, Babydoll."

"I have not," Phil protests but I see the blush and the quick glance at her tits.

"Mmm...I don't mind," she replies, looking up at me through her long lashes. "If Daddy wants to share..."

"That's my girl," I praise her and pinch her nipple again. "C'mon, X. You were the one who asked earlier if the pussy was good. Now's your chance to find out."

He licks his lips then nods. "Shit...I'm in if she is." She gestures for him to move closer and giggles when we sandwich her between our bodies.

"Any room for a fourth?" Shanks piped in.

"Oh dear god no. Not you," she snaps at him, her fingers playing in Phil's darker hair and feeling him out. Jon and Phil let out a long ooooooooooh whilst I merely buried my face in her hair and attempted to stifle a laugh.

"Dude! You gonna let her talk like that?" Shanks asked testily.

"Yes...yes, I am," I reply with a straight face. "She can't talk to ME like that...but I won't tell her how to behave to others."

"Whatever. I don't need this shit," he grumbles and storms off when the lift halts on floor 14.

"Good riddance," she says and turns her attention back to the open mouth kiss she's sharing with Phil as we stumble off the elevator with Jon. "I don't know about you boys but..." She skips ahead and pulls off her shirt, "...I wouldn't mind making it a group affair. Only tonight and only if you two," she points to Jon and Phil, "...wear condoms and grab a quick shower first."

Jon and Phil look over at me for confirmation. I shrug and nod. "If that's what Babygirl wants," I run up and scoop her into my arms, "then that's what Babygirl gets." I glance over at the guys and smirk, "I don't carry condoms so go grab yours and meet us in my room."

They nod and run off towards their own rooms whilst I head over to mine. Placing her down, I fish out my keycard and unlock the door. I push the door open and stand aside to allow her in first. "Ladies first."

She steps into the room, her eyes scanning the luxurious surroundings. "Swanky."

"Not too shabby, right?" I close the door behind us and lock it.

She takes a few steps towards the bed, her body swaying seductively. Her fingers run over the crisp white bedding. Outside was a beautiful view of the St Louis arch and the river. "Mmm...I could get used to this."

I chuckle and wrap my arms around her from behind, pulling her close. "And I could get used to you. It's been lonely." I press my lips to her neck and listen to her exhale.

She turns around in my arms and looks up at me. "You've been on my mind ever since New York." She stretches and kisses me softly, her lips brushing against mine.

I deepen the kiss, feeling her body pressed against mine. Our tongues dance together, igniting a spark between us. She breaks the kiss and pulls away, breathing heavily. "Same here, baby."

As I sit down, she straddles me, her thighs pressing against mine. She leans down and kisses me again, her hands roaming over my chest. I can feel the intensity building between us, and I want nothing more than to lose myself in her.

"So do I have to be in chains or something?" she asks with a cheeky grin.

I smirk and trace a finger along her collarbone. "Well, you could always try that," I reply, my voice low and gravelly. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer, feeling her body against mine. She moans softly in response, and I can feel the vibrations against my chest. "So you're really cool with this, huh?"

She wraps her legs around my waist and nods, pulling me down for a kiss. "I trust you, David. I want you to do whatever you want with me."

I kiss her again, running my hands through her hair. "Anything? Are you sure?"

She nods again, her breathing becoming more rapid. "Yes, I'm sure. I wanna see what you men can really do."

"You remember your safe word?"

"Red for stop, Green for all good, Yellow for slow down," she answers quickly with a smile.

I grin back at her, feeling a rush of excitement. "Good girl," I whisper, before reaching up to unclasp her bra. She lets out a gasp as I pull it off, revealing her perky breasts. I move my hands over her body, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingers. She moans softly as I touch her, her hips grinding against mine. I can feel the wetness between her legs, and I want nothing more than to taste her.

She pulls away for a moment, catching her breath. "Any other rules, Daddy?" she asks, her eyes hooded with desire.

"Don't try to top from the bottom. No bratting tonight. If I tell you to do something, do it quickly and without complaint. If you have a request, then whisper it into my ear and we'll see if we can work it out."

"Mmmm, I like that idea," she purrs, kissing my neck.