He pulls out and smiles down at me. He helps me sit up on the table, still maintaining his position between my legs. I try straightening my hair with my fingers and give him a smile.
“So we have only christened the table?” He grins his hands on my waist.
“Do you need to christen the couch too?” I grip his tie and pull him to me for a kiss.
“Will do that tomorrow. I need to work.” He kisses my neck. “Sure you don’t need to go see a doctor about family planning?”
“Relax. I’m on the pill. I take it everyday.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you were pregnant?” he lets out an adorable chuckle.
“What if I’m?”
“We will just take care of the kid. With your mood swings, I bet you are.”
“I should be saying that about you. Don’t you think so?” My hands are still on his tie.
“I’m not full of moo
