Chapter 11 #2
“I…I think so,” she pants, starting to roll her own hips, reflexively showing me the tempo she needs, the pressure she wants.
The zipper of her jeans is really doing most of the work, and I know when it hits the right spot because she gasps.
My mouth literally waters as I imagine my lips on her clit, my fingers finding out how wet she is. But this isn’t about me.
It’s about her.
Making this good for her.
But I do help myself to sneaking my hand up her T-shirt, pleasantly surprised at the size of her tits. Even from her shapeless clothes, I knew she had something going on under there, but finding the evidence of how big they are adds another layer to my fantasies.
I pinch and play with one of her nipples through her bra cup and then the other, earning sweet little sounds, until she finally breathes my name. “Ooh, Nico, please.”
“I’m right here, mama. I’m not going anywhere.”
She nods, face pinched as if in pain, then lifts her head to kiss me. But she’s so desperate to come, she’s all teeth.
I love it.
I attack her right back, sucking and biting, giving her just as much teeth. There is a warning voice in the back of my head to be gentle and not leave a mark, but she is my fiancée.
She’s already wearing my ring, might as well wear my hickey.
She moans, whispering my name, her raspy voice laced with lust sending shivers up my spine, and I want nothing more than to make this girl orgasm. My name on her lips when she does finally fall over the edge.
It’s only a few more minutes before she grants my wish, whispering my name when she comes, and I tuck my face against her neck. I’m not sure I’ve tried so hard not to come in my entire life, and I’m out of breath. Dry humping requires a lot more stamina than I would have guessed.
In the aftermath of giving my fiancée her first orgasm by another person, I can’t help but grin down at her. I don’t let her cover her face like she wants, and I catch both of her wrists in one of my hands, keeping them pinned between us. “How’d that feel for you?”
She licks her lips. “Good.”
“Good enough to do it again? Do more?”
She studies my face, her eyes pinching with tension, but she stays quiet and wiggles out of my grasp so that she can touch my face, her warm fingertips prodding over my cheekbones and jaw as if wanting to memorize it.
Then, instead of answering my question, she asks one of her own.
“Will you promise to always be honest with me?”
Maybe it’s because of all the lies she’s spun, or maybe it’s because she doesn’t feel like she has anyone in her corner, but honesty has never been something I’ve struggled with.
In fact, I’ve always found life easier when I’m up-front with people—asking my coaches for direct feedback, talking to teammates about what we can do better, telling women what I want—and Josephine will be no exception.
I want her to know everything about me, and I her. For better or for worse, we’re in this together, even if it’s all “pretend.”
“Of course,” I answer without a shred of hesitation, and she relaxes.
“Then, yes, I think I’d like to do more.”
I bend to kiss her again, but Gus stops me, hopping up on the couch to snuggle in between our bodies, and Jo laughs—my new favorite sound—and I nudge him away, so that we can both sit up.
As much as I enjoyed our little rendezvous on the couch, the sooner she’s home safe and sound and satisfied, I can come back for a much-needed date between my dick and my hand.
“So when are those pictures going to be ready?” I readjust myself in my shorts after I stand while Jo fixes her shirt and hoodie back into place.
“I’ll have them in the next day or two.”
I help her up from the couch. “That’s fast.”
“Yeah.” She shrugs. “But they’re digital, so I only need a few hours to edit and—”
“I meant the other ones. The film ones.”
“Oh, those.” She steps into her sneakers, not bothering to untie them, only pulling them on up over her heel with a good yank of her finger. “I’m not sure. I have to reserve a darkroom after I finish the roll, so it probably won’t be for a few weeks.”
I meet her by the door. “Would you mind if I came with you to see how you develop it?”
“You really want to?”
I’ve come to care a lot about whatever she cares about, but I shrug, playing it cool. “Yeah. Seems interesting.”
“All right. I’ll let you know.” She gives in to a small smile that I’m obsessed with then loops her bags over her shoulder. “So… I guess I’ll talk to you later?”
I swipe my keys from the small table and toss my hat on my head. “Later? Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home.”
“Yeah, and we’ve got, like, a twenty-minute drive together. But I was thinking we could grab dinner first.”
“Wait.” She freezes with her hands up. “What?”
“I’m driving you home, but I thought we should get dinner first since it’s almost five. Do you like Greek?”
She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head as if she doesn’t understand, so I push her out the door to shut it behind me.
“I’m all for you taking public transportation, reducing our carbon footprint or whatever, but I’m driving you home, so don’t argue.
But you are welcome to have an opinion about where I take you to dinner. ”
She glares at me. “How magnanimous of you.”
I bow my head, shooting her a wink from the corner of my eye, playing our game. “Thank you, Nico.”
She heaves my favorite exasperated sigh. “Thank you, Nico.”
I slip my arm around her shoulders, leading the way down the hall, and knocking on Alma’s door in my usual greeting. At Jo’s quirked brow, I say, “It’s my neighbor. She’s a retired professor who takes care of Gus when I’m away. You’ll meet her, don’t worry.”
She blows a puff of air from the corner of her lips that sends a few strands of her hair flying out of her face as she turns to me. “That is the least of my worries when it comes to you.”
I pop a kiss on her temple, ignoring my own worry that being with her feels a little too real to be pretend.