The kiss causes my cock to bounce with excitement between my legs, coming to life. I pull away from him and say, “I love you, too. Does this mean I can stick around?”
He slides a hand between our bodies and finds the dick between my thighs. “It depends what’s in it for me.” He gives my limp cock a gentle squeeze, assisting it in becoming firm. He steps one foot back and strokes the cock in his right hand, north and south, repeatedly.
“What do you want from me?”
He shrugs a shoulder, lighting up with another smile. “Fifty, maybe sixty years of your life. We can work the details out later.”
“I missed you,” I whisper, flattered with his proposal, and decide to kiss him again. How easy it is to become lost, but it’s not as easy to be found. But we’re together now. And together we will be happy. Just the two of us. In love.