Chapter 27
LIV
Fuck. This woman is insatiable and I’m not complaining. I’m achy in all the right places and I feel spent and immensely relaxed.
After Andy, I was too raw to even consider dating or having casual sex.
Then came the rebound phase—a few women, a few weeks each, nothing serious.
Or so I thought. Turned out they had different ideas.
They wanted dinner dates that turned into weekend plans, weekend plans that turned into meeting friends, meeting friends that turned into conversations about the future.
Every time, I'd pull back and watch the hurt flash across their faces when they realized I meant it about keeping things casual.
Eventually, it seemed easier to just stop dating altogether.
Work became my excuse, my shield, my entire identity.
I didn't need a partner. I didn't need anyone.
Blair shifts behind me. She’s spooning me with one arm thrown across my waist. I should probably move, put some distance between us now that the heat of the moment has passed.
But her body is warm and solid against mine, and honestly, I'm too satisfied to care about maintaining boundaries.
My thighs are still trembling, my skin hypersensitive.
It's been so long since I felt this physically good, this thoroughly spent.
I stretch, feeling muscles I'd forgotten I had, and Blair's hand moves up to my breast, her thumb skimming my nipple.
I dozed off earlier but her touch jolts me wide awake again. Is she doing that in her sleep? Or is she awake, wanting more? It doesn’t matter; it feels good, so I close my eyes and enjoy her caress.
My nipple hardens and when she cups my breast fully, I let out a quiet moan.
“So you’re awake,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“I am now.”
Blair chuckles. “Want me to back off and let you rest?” While she says it, her hand slides lower between my legs and I’m getting wet all over again. She has no intention of letting me rest and I couldn’t care less.
“No.” I smile even though she can’t see me. “Two years, remember?” No woman I’ve been with made me feel anything close to this, physically. Not even Andy.
She strokes me while she kisses my neck and I arch my back and tilt my head, moaning softly. My parents will be in bed by now and I don’t want to wake them. Or maybe we already did earlier; time has passed in a blur.
“You have endless stamina,” I whisper, moaning again when she slides a finger up and down my clit. “But I suppose you would have, given you’re a personal trainer.”
Blair’s movements stop for a beat, like she’s suddenly thrown off her game, but then she grabs my shoulder and turns me around onto my back.
“I am indeed.” She drapes herself over me, and her weight on top of me feels so good. “I can go on for days.”
A mischievous smile plays around her lips as she shifts, wedging one leg between my thighs before she starts grinding into me.
I gasp at the sensation of her pussy rubbing against my heat.
The friction is incredible, intense in a way that makes my toes curl.
Her body moves in sync with mine and she knows exactly how to position herself for maximum pleasure.
I reach up to cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples as she rocks against me.
A delicious pressure builds with each roll of her hips. My hands find her ass, pulling her closer, urging her to press harder.
"You feel amazing," I gasp, my hips rising to meet hers.
“Shhh….” Blair's eyes are hooded, her lips parted as she watches me beneath her. “Quiet, Boss. We don’t want to wake your parents…”
She increases her pace, and I’m already building toward another climax. I'm so sensitive from before, but somehow I want more of her, want everything she can give me. She’s wet, slippery, like me, and each time she thrusts I have to bite back a moan.
"God, Blair," I breathe, my head falling back against the pillow.
"You like this?" she asks, though she clearly knows the answer from the way I'm moving beneath her.
"Yes," I hiss through clenched teeth, trying to keep quiet. "Don't stop."
Blair starts grinding in tight circles, and I'm right there on the edge. The friction is exquisite torture. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I fight to stay quiet.
"Come with me," she murmurs, her words pushing me even closer. "I want to feel you come apart with me."
I nod because I can’t speak anymore and she gives one last hard and long thrust. The tension snaps, and I'm flying apart, my body convulsing. I bite down on my lip so hard I taste blood, trying to muffle the sounds I'm making.
She climaxes too but doesn't stop, working me through the aftershocks until I'm trembling and oversensitive. Only then does she collapse on top of me, pressing kisses to my cheek.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. A part of me—the part that's still floating in post-orgasmic bliss—wishes this wasn't just for the weekend because I could get used to this. But that's just the endorphins talking. Good sex makes people stupid.
Blair rolls off me eventually, but keeps one leg tangled with mine, like she's not quite ready to let go completely.
I stare at the ceiling, at the glow-in-the-dark stars I stuck up there when I was fourteen.
They're still glowing faintly, a remnant of when I believed in things that don't fade.
I count twenty-one stars before exhaustion finally takes over and sleep pulls me under.