Still Grace's P.O.V.

"Mmm...ohhh yeah" I heard Mike groan.

I turned my head slowly with wide eyes to see him chewing his first bite of donut. His head was tipped back over the seat as he ate in ecstasy.

"Tastebud orgasm?" I mocked.

"What?" He asked, picking his head up.

"You're making orgasm noises!" I giggled.

He momentarily stopped chewing as his face reddened, he giggled a little, "Am I?"

I nodded my head chuckling, "Sounded like you just lost your virginity to a donut!"

"Grace! Ugh come on!" He wined hiding his crimson face in his hands.
"And besides. How do you know what I sound like during on orgasm, hmmm?!" He mocked.

I grinned, "I don't, but I have a pretty good idea!" I winked.

"Really, how?" He asked, one eyebrow raised, looking intrigued.

I peered up at him, "Do you want to be more embarrassed than you already are?" I challenged.

"Try me..." he shrugged, raising both eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"Well. Apart from this current donut situation, there...was the night you dreamt about me..."

"Okay okay! Shut up! Shush! Ssshhh!" He tried to shut me up, knowing he didn't want to hear it.

I cracked up laughing at his protective outburst. Watching him take another bite of his donut, only for him to get the chocolate all around his mouth, I wonder if he knows himself what he was like during orgasm.