As he unwrapped it, the faint flutter of nerves in her belly swelled until she thought she'd take it back from him and open it herself just to kill the suspense of whether he would like it, whether it had been the right choice. Especially when he fussed at the inner tissue paper, uncertain, she thought she'd vomit her heart from her chest. It had never been so important, never mattered at all, as long as the gift was reasonably appropriate...

Finally a smile broke the consternation and that passed over into wonder and she let out a breath, putting one hand on her stomach to calm it. "Shush, you," she murmured, laughing, at the compliment, and then teased, "The other alternative wasn't something you could show off," and ran her fingers up the length of his cock.

She met his kiss with her own, equally tender, but a little less slow as her fingers swept up his belly to his chest and tossed a quick glance toward her phone resting by the pillows where she could see time was getting tight.