20. The Business of Living
20
Foster
That was simultaneously the easiest and hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Easy, because bringing Hadley pleasure is the most gratifying thing I’ve ever attempted. And hard because, fuck, I came this close to unzipping my pants and driving up into her to slake my own lust.
I don’t know what I expected when I pulled her onto my lap to kiss her properly. I wasn’t thinking, at all. I just knew I wanted her closer, to feel her in my arms. I never dreamed she’d grind herself against my cock until she came, and fuck, what a beautiful feeling it was, having her fall apart in my arms like that.
Now, I’m soaked with her juices and hard as stone, needing a release of my own. I head up to the bathroom, closing myself inside before stripping out of my clothes and heading straight for the shower. I step under the cold spray, and a shiver rattles through me. Bracing my hands against the wall and hanging my head, I let the water beat against my shoulders in an attempt to cool my ardor.
But my lips are still tingling from our kisses. I can still feel her against me, her soft, warm center gliding over my cock. I can hear the little sounds she made, her scream as she came, and my still-hard shaft throbs as I recall the heat of her release soaking us both.
“Fuck,” I growl, grabbing the handle and rotating it until the water warms.
Picking up my body wash, I pump a couple of squirts into my hand before setting the bottle aside. Turning my back to the spray, I grip my cock, spreading the soap over it until my hand falls into a smooth, easy rhythm.
Pumping my hand slowly, I play the whole scene over in my mind. The taste of wine on her lips when I first kissed her. Pulling her over to the couch and settling her astride me. The feel of her lush curves in my hands. Her soft, curvy hips. Her plump ass. The heat seeping from her pussy as she grinded against me, driving me insane with need. I imagine driving into her, feeling that wet heat all around me as she pants and moans in my ear.
My hand speeds up, choking my cock as my hips thrust forward.
Her perfect breast, the nipple beading from the cool air, strains toward my mouth. I tease the bud with my tongue, licking it slowly before flicking it with unerring precision. I hear her voice, a phantom plea begging me to give her more. To end the torture.
My leg muscles tighten as I imagine sucking that breast into my mouth. I feel the heat of her release soak me, and my balls tighten. I’m panting through my mouth, trying my best to keep as silent as possible, but as my orgasm rockets through me, a single word bursts from my lips on a long, low groan.
“Hadley.”
I release my cock and lean back against the shower’s wall. I remain still until I catch my breath, processing how I feel about the chances that Hadley heard that. Should I be embarrassed? Maybe. But I’m not. That woman has to know what she does to me. It was pretty obvious earlier, and I don’t want there to be any doubt on her end over how much I want her.
Straightening, I soap up my whole body before moving beneath the spray to rinse off. When I’m done, I turn off the water, dry myself, and wrap the towel around my waist before leaving the bathroom.
I stare at her closed bedroom door as I pass, then shake my head before slipping into my own room and closing the door behind me. When I spot my empty bed, a sliver of disappointment wriggles through me. What did I expect? That Hadley would sneak in here and climb into the bed, naked, to wait for me?
I don’t want that. Not yet. As much as I need to feel her come apart all over my cock, this isn’t about me. It’s about Hadley.
She needs to be sure I’m the one she wants. That I’m the right man, the perfect partner to be her first.
And that is going to take time. We have to build up to it until she trusts me implicitly.
In addition to building trust, I want to learn how to please her. What she likes. What she doesn’t. What turns her on and what makes her gush.
My lips curve into a smile as I remember her stuttered words and pink cheeks earlier. She was more beautiful than ever, and I’ll hold that image of her in my mind, always.
And next time, I plan to watch her face while she comes. I want to see her expression as she explodes into dust with the knowledge that I’m the only man who’s ever seen it. Felt it. Been responsible for it.
Dropping the towel, I pull back the sheets and climb into bed naked. Folding my arms behind my head, I stare at the ceiling as I start planning our next date.
It needs to be perfect, because anything less isn’t good enough for my girl.
My smile dims. Is she my girl?
I’m not seeing anyone else, and I’m pretty certain Hadley isn’t either, since her date on Sunday was such a disaster. It’s too early to have that particular talk, but we will. Soon.
I don’t know when I took a turn from “she’s forbidden” to “she’s mine,” but I’m there now, and I have no desire to backtrack. I like everything about her, and I want to see where this thing between us goes.
Thoughts of my uncertain future with the Bandits invade my mind, and I push them away. If I spend my whole life planning for an eventual trade to a new city, I’ll never get to the business of living.
That’s what Hadley does for me. She makes me feel alive.
And I don’t want that feeling to end.