Her gaze settles on the double piercing on the head of my cock. "Was this for anyone in particular?" "You." She looks up at me and her mouth twitches. "You didn't know I existed until a few days ago." "Does it matter? I was just waiting for you to come into my life." I reach out and stroke her soft cheek, because I can't resist touching her again. "Most mesakkah get a piercing for their eventual mate. Doesn't matter that I just met mine. Everything below the belt is all yours." She chuckles, leaning into my touch. "And above the belt?" "All yours, too…but a lot less fun."
