Late Night Snack (Touch me in the morning)

I brought out sheets and pillows and threw them on the couch beside Bo. He gave me a look. “You can’t be serious about the couch?” He stood and moved into my space. “I won’t be needing those. We are sleeping in that bed together.”
“What? Is that why you’re here? I’m your standby now?” I protested weakly. I felt his passion pressed against me. “Is that the real reason you’re here?”
“Shit.” He sighed and stepped back. “Regina I’m so confused. I like Mary, but she’s.. she’s just not. I don’t know. It’s like something is missing.” He sighed deeply then continued before I could chime in. “You know what, I’m not gon lie. Yes, I’m here because of you. I’m spoiled. You spoiled me. Now I’m disappointed when bells don’t ring with Mary. Not like they do with you. Girl I you the real Queen Bee. I don’t want to have sex just to say I fucked you. I want to have sex because I know it will be mind-blowing, the way it always is and will be with you and me. I want you Regina permanently.”
“Bo you know it’s impossible.” I was saying the words, but I wanted what he wanted. I felt exonerated when he made that offer. I felt some satisfaction now knowing that my ass was more appealing to him than Mary’s Vagina. I wanted to shack up, but the time wasn’t right maybe the man wasn’t right either. Bo was persistent and he continued to make his case.
“I will say things like that because we are good together. I speak the truth, so shit, how is it wrong?”
He threw his hands up in a gesture of hopelessness. I could see his taunt body and his erect penis through the thin trousers he wore. I wasn’t going to pretend anymore. “Honey, you had me at shit.” I couldn’t deny what he was saying. Sex with him and uncle Barny was taboo, it was incest, and yet I turned on and lured to them. I am the first to admit that I’m a slut when it comes to getting the pleasure I crave. I am a loving person, and making love is the ultimate love that people can share. The downside of that is Bo knew I was easy. Even when I told him no, he would force me anyway. He was savvy and knew where my hot spots were. He could touch me in ways that set me afire. All he needed to do was touch me, the way he was doing now. He was pushing against my backside and kissing my neck. It was driving me wild. I couldn’t catch my breath at first, now I’m breathing heavily.