30. Connor
Holy shit, this is so much better than how I pictured it.
And I’ve pictured it a lot.
But carrying a spent Jessica to my bed after making her come on my couch is definitely how I’ll picture it moving forward.
I set her down with the intention of slowly seducing her. But the way she leans back on her elbows and bites into her lip as she looks at me? It’s like I’ve never heard of self-control. “Pants. Off.” I direct like a caveman.
Vagina.
Penis.
Now.
I’m a regular Casanova over here.
But Jess doesn’t seem to mind and even puts her own spin on my instructions by reaching for my pants.
“I know you meant mine,” she supplies, reading my mind. “But I don’t care.”
Later, I’ll analyze how her newfound confidence around me makes me feel like I really am Captain America. But for now, I strip off my pants and grab a newly purchased box of condoms (because failure to plan is a plan to fail) from the nightstand drawer.
She strips off her jeans and panties, leaving her naked except for the bustier, and I immediately have a profound realization.
“This, uh…this first time may not last as long as I want it to,” I admit.
Listen, it’s been awhile, okay? And Jess is so much better than either of the women I’ve slept with before.
She hooks her fingers into the waist of my boxer briefs, her hands shaking. “Condom. On.”
Her primal direction is way hotter than mine was. I don’t even have the manual dexterity to open the box correctly, I just rip into it like some raving wildebeest before tearing off one of the condom packets and throwing the rest over my shoulder.
I kneel on the bed and roll it on, leaning over her so that her head falls onto my pillow. Caging her in with my arms, I position myself right at her entrance and kiss her softly on the lips before looking at her one last time to make sure she’s okay.
She reads my mind again and nods in agreement, then digs her nails into my hips.
Works for me! I sink into her and for a second I’m pretty sure I black out. Guttural sounds escape both of us while we adjust to the sensory overload.
Jess scratches down my shoulders and arches her back, which spurs me into motion I can’t control.
“Fuck, you feel good,” she whimpers.
Did my dick just make Jessica Berringer drop the mother of all swear words?
Everything after that is a blur of moans, friction, sweat, and complete bliss. By the time her orgasm pushes me to my own, I know my life will never be the same.
We both lay in bed next to each other, breathless and holding hands. I can’t move, but I also can’t keep my thumb from stroking the back of her hand.
“That was amazing,” I say. “But I know I can do better.”
She turns her head to me and smiles. “I think two orgasms is a pretty solid start.”
“I like that word, ‘start.’ That confirms we’ll be doing this again.”
Her answering laugh fills my chest. “I mean, if we hadn’t already agreed to be in a relationship before, we certainly are now.” But some hesitation crosses her face. “I haven’t done this in a while,” she confesses. “I mean, not just the sex, but any of it, really. I don’t even know if I remember how it works. Or if I ever fully did to begin with. I hope you can be patient with me.”
“Baby,” I roll to my side so I can look directly at her, “as far as the sex goes, you are an A+. With extra credit. And Honor Roll.”
She snickers. “Shut up.”
“I can’t, you’re like a sex savant. Did you invent sex? I think you did. Like that’s how great you are.”
“Oh my god!” she covers her face and rolls into me as we laugh together. “Too much, Price. You gotta dial it back a little.”
That’s not happening. “As for the relationship part, we’re in the same boat, trust me. I’ve been married to work my whole adult life. I don’t know what I’m doing either, but I know that I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. We’re in it together.”
Some tears well in her eyes and I don’t want her to cry, so I lean in to kiss her. “I’m going to ruin this tender moment now by saying I have to get rid of this condom.”
She chuckles and kisses me one more time before I crawl out of bed and walk to the bathroom. I splash some cold water on my face and look over at that damn empty sink to the left. Fully outfitted with its own soap and hand towel despite never being used. Something about seeing it tonight makes me feel more wistful than curious.
When I get back to the bedroom, disappointment floods me; Jess is out of bed with her underwear on and reaching for her jeans.
“You’re welcome to stay,” I offer. “I have some stuff you can wear to bed. It’ll be loose so easy on and off.”
She flashes a genuine smile my way. “That is very generous,” she walks over and presses a kiss on my mouth. “But I have to be at Alyssa’s early tomorrow, so I’ve got to head home. I sleep better in my own bed anyway.”
“Starfish. Right.” A foreign uncertainty hangs between us before I add, “You’re definitely not the Urban Dictionary definition, by the way.”
“Okay, good, thank you for clarifying,” she laughs. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom to wash up?”
I sweep my arms towards the door in invitation. “Be my guest, use whatever you need. I’ll, uh, I’ll go grab your sweater for you.”
She takes her jeans with her to the bathroom and I put my pants back on before hurrying out to the living room to retrieve the rest of our clothes. After hanging her sweater on the doorknob for her, I try to quiet my mind by cleaning the kitchen.
She isn’t staying, but that’s totally fine. She just said she would need patience, and that makes sense. Besides, it’s not good to get too wrapped up right away, I’m going back to work next week. I’ve got to focus on this Kensington Sons deal.
“Thank you again,” Jess’ quiet voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I turn to face her. Holy hell, she’s beautiful.
“I feel like I should be thanking you,” I counter. “The Chinese food, the game, the…it was all just a really…lovely surprise.”
She smiles shyly and walks towards the front door. I meet her there and help her with her coat. We hold hands as we walk in silence out to her car. “Will you please text me when you get home?” I ask.
“I live like 10 minutes from here, I’ll be okay.”
“I know, but it’s New Year’s Eve and crazy people are out. I just want to know you’re safe.”
She kisses me and wraps her arms around my neck in a hug. “Happy New Year,” she says.
“Happy New Year.”
When I can’t see the taillights of her car any longer, I’m bitch-slapped by the awareness that it’s insanely cold outside and I’m not wearing a coat. I hustle back into the building and finish scrubbing my counters, thoughts spinning around in my head on repeat.
Moving into the bathroom, I turn on the shower and wait for the water to heat up. She’s amazing. But it’s new. Well, not super new, we’ve known each other for a long time. Work has to come first, though, no question. She wants to take things slow and I’ve finally gotten my timeline worked out. No serious relationships until?—
My mind all but stops when I look at the bathroom counter. The rim of the sink has water splashed around it and the hand towel has been haphazardly stuffed back on the ring. Normally this would send my brain into overdrive, but that isn’t what I’m focused on.
It’s all at the sink on the left.
Yeah. Fuck the timeline.