41. Jeb
Chapter forty-one
Jeb
I lick the syrup off her tits with a smile on my face. Lazy, sensual sex with the woman you love is the best thing on earth. I freeze, lifting my head to stare at Fallon. Do I love her? Her pinkened cheeks and swollen lips have her glowing.
“What's wrong?” she asks.
“Nothing.” I stare in awe of how beautiful she is, her hair sprawled across the pillow.
“Why’d you stop?”
“I was thinking… I don’t know if I’ve ever been so happy. I know you have, so I don’t want you to say the same thing to me, but really Fallon. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been.”
“I knew my naked body covered in chocolate would be enough to push you over the edge.” She meets me halfway, bringing her lips to mine.
“It’s not that, and you know it.” I finish licking the chocolate from her body.
Fallon reaches down to pump my cock a few times. “I need this,” she says, pulling on it.
“Who am I to tell you no?” I line myself up with her entrance, then rub her clit with the head of my dick.
Fallon’s too good to me. She’s too forgiving, too attentive. Too caring. She’s everything.
“You’re a good boyfriend.” She closes her eyes on a moan, rubbing the back of my neck with her hands.
“Is that what I am?” I suck her lower lip, keeping the same rhythm while she rubs her clit on my pubic bone.
“Um, is that new information to you?” she huffs, tilting her head to the side so I can kiss her throat.
“Say it again,” I demand, adjusting her legs so I can go deeper.
“You’re a good boyfriend,” she says, smiling.
“Mmm, I like the sounds of that, baby,” I grunt.
Fallon clamps her eyes shut, whimpering, and I know she’s close. Her cunt clenches around me. “Go ahead, I’m right behind you.” I rock in and out of her.
It doesn’t take her long to pulse and shatter under me. Seconds later, I pull out, spilling onto her stomach. I collapse next to her, our sweat-slicked skin binding us.
Eventually our breathing evens out, while Fallon traces circles on my chest.
“Well, that was fun.” I snuggle into her neck.
“Better than fun.”
“I think my new hobby could be playing with your body. Forget fishing or anything else I used to like.”
“You can have my body and your other hobbies. I’m not one of those women who’d ever make you choose.”
“What if I don’t want any hobbies that don’t include you?”
“Careful. You start to talk like that, and I’m going to think you love me.”
“What if I don’t want any hobbies that don’t include you?” I repeat, hoping she gets the point.
I might be high on a perfect sex session and the best orgasm of my life, but I’m not going to be the first one to say it.
And it’s not because I don’t. I’d never want Fallon to think she needs to say those words out of obligation. She’s the kind of girl who wouldn’t want anyone to feel bad. She’d either find a way to deflect or she’d lie, and I don’t want her to have to do either.
She can tell me when she’s ready, but until then, I’m going to make sure I show her as much as I can.
“Do you know how to paint?” she asks, still tracing lines around my stomach.
“The walls or a painting?”
“A painting.” She smiles. “Like a landscape.”
“No, but I can learn if you’ll teach me.”
“Okay, then I’ll do all of my hobbies with you, too.” She presses a kiss to my lips.
It takes me a solid thirty seconds of kissing Fallon to read between the lines.
“Fallon.” I lift onto my elbows, searching her eyes.
“I love you so much, Jeb. It’s probably too soon to say, but if anyone knows not to take life for granted, it’s us. You brought out feelings in me that I thought had been packed away forever. It all started when I saw you feed goslings out of your hand.”
She smiles. I kiss her.
“Wait, no, it was the way you planted that hydrangea for me.”
I raise my eyebrows quizzically.
“Your forearm veins, calf muscles, tight ass. The way you packed the soil with your fingertips…” She sighs, and I squeeze her waist, smiling.
“I love you so fucking much, Fallon. You saved me, and I’d like to think I had a hand in saving you, too.” I swallow, looking her in the eye. “For me, it was the way you were so gentle with me back when I needed that from you. When I wasn’t sure I deserved a spot in this world, you forgave me. Unconditionally. You gave me a slow friendship that blossomed into a tender, intoxicatingly joyful love.”
“My sweet boy,” she says when a tear falls from her eye. “You absolutely saved me. Something about us is just so easy.”
“I can look at you now without wanting to throw up, so that’s a plus.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely a plus. Our flowerbed thanks you, too.”
“ Our flowerbed?”
“Don’t act so surprised. You’ve been moving in one bag at a time for the past couple of weeks.”
“Hey.” I snuggle up to her. “I packed my stuff in a bag to take home a few days ago. Mysteriously, it wasn’t there by the back door when I went to leave.”
“Oh, yeah. That might’ve been me.” She laughs.
“I am partial to your pillow.” I slide my head on her pillow. “I could get used to this luxury.”
“Oh, no, sir. You aren’t stealing this from me!” She bumps my head with hers. “But I wouldn’t be upset if you decided to bring all your things and move here. Make it official.”
Me loving Fallon and Fallon loving me is just another thing the sun will witness when it rises tomorrow morning.
Time moves. Change happens. The world spins ’round.
“Round two?” my girl asks as she slides her pinky into mine.
“If you’re ready. You’re my favorite hobby, after all.”