Oh my Goddess!” Nina laughs uncontrollably, as I pin her to the couch, tickling her sides relentlessly. The sound isn’t the gentle giggle that I can’t get enough of, but loud and full of joy. Sunshine. “Admit it, first.” “Fine! You’re the king of sundae makers,” she says loudly, gasping for breath. “See? I knew you’d agree.” I reluctantly straighten up, sit on the couch next to her, and reach over to grab her quickly melting sundae from the end table. “You almost made me pee my pants,” she says with an adorably exaggerated pout. Sitting up, she reaches for the other sundae, which I’d placed on the floor nearby before attacking her. “I’m glad you didn’t. That’s one kink I’m not into,” I laugh. With my free hand, I spoon some of her ice cream and feed it to her. I watch her swallow and lick her lips invitingly, before she replies, “Me either.
