We finally get to the point where he starts resisting the inevitable. Which I like to think is a metaphor for my entire sex life. And my scientific career, for that matter.
He sighs in defeat and just lays back, "You're thoroughly impossible, you know?"
I grin and kiss him, as I slide down his pants to get better access, "The true mark of genius is trying the same thing, but more forcefully, until it works. Einstein said that."
"He absolutely didn't, but I'd be lying I said your enthusiastic stubbornness wasn't part of what makes me love you," he pats my head and relaxes while I work his cock, "Though you are crazy if you think actual sex is going to happen in the confines of this tarp. It's a bit constrictive. Also, I'm still going to be mad if I get hornet stings on my genitals."
"You say that, but you also once said I couldn't raise the dead!" I nibble his lower lip and give his cock an extra hard squeeze.
"-Shouldn't-, I think was how I phrased it," he says, "And there were no hornets involved."
"Details," I giggle and enjoy his groans as I get more firm with his cock.
"Speaking of, this isn't exactly over, the whole thing with Eve," he says, "It's not like everyone being stung by insects is going to make them be any less made with you."
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