Chapter 25 #2
She’s sheepish for a minuscule moment before nodding. “She hurt you, and I wasn’t going to let that stand. We’re...” She trails off for a moment, and something heavy settles into my stomach. “We’re partners.”
I raise an eyebrow, watching her flush continue down her neck.
I want to trail my tongue down every last inch of it.
I want to taste the lasting reminder of salty sweat on her body after a game.
I want to know what she tastes like on a non-game day to see if she’s sweet.
I want to know how delicious each sound coming from her will feel as they reverberate against my skin.
“Partners. In what way?”
She bites her lip, pupils blown as she scooches closer so that she’s leaning overtop of me, barely hovering now. “In every way?” she whispers. I swallow back my heart that’s hammering in my throat. “I want you every way I can.”
“You just found out that you’re bi,” I whisper, “What if I can’t give you everything you deserve?”
She shakes her head. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, because there will be things I can’t give you right now that I want to but just need more time. And you told me we would talk it through.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
She ducks her head to pin me to the sofa with her gaze. “And you wouldn’t go back on your word now, would you? I have a hard time with change,” she teases, making me snort.
“I wouldn’t. I just want to be sure.”
She nods, bringing her face in close. The way her breath caresses my face has me holding mine, enjoying every brush.
It’s an erotic heat that has me shuddering with desire. “I want to kiss you again. Can I kiss you?” she asks, each syllable husky with desire, her nose trailing my skin. All I can do is nod, praying for more.
Wanting everything she can give me.
Desiring her: body, mind and soul.
“I think this is the first time you’ve asked,” I tease, enjoying the way her heat radiates against me.
“Well, if it takes this long to get an answer, I may just surprise attack you when I need one. You know my impulse control is bad.”
A laugh bubbles out of me, but I nod, leaning in and kissing her.
It’s awkward because now she’s taller, and I try to force her to sit on my lap but she’s resisting, so I let my hands trail around her waistband and let two fingers slip in to caress the silky smooth skin of her hips.
She gasps into my mouth as I try to squeeze my hand in further.
The waistband is much tighter than I thought.
“Are you okay with this?” I ask as I feel the curve of her cheek at my fingertips.
She groans as I use the shelf of an ass she has as leverage to maneuver her. “Yeah, I-I like having your hands on me.”
I snort. “Angel, just wait until you’re ready for more, because this is only the beginning.”
She swallows audibly, the loud gulp hilarious in the moment, but neither of us laughs. I’m thrumming with need.
I haven’t had a makeout session in years.
My fingers dig into her skin as I bring her closer, and accidentally make our noses bump.
She giggles, rubbing hers softly before she kisses me.
This time is less frantic, still needy, but it’s slow.
She’s taking her time. She’s pulling every slow kiss out of me that she can, her arms surrounding my face so there’s no way of being able to get out of her hold, not that I would want to.
But she invades every sense.
Touch, taste, hearing, sight, smell.
Everything around me is hers. There’s nothing else on my mind as she settles into my lap, the weight of her suddenly there but not. I love the pressure of her.
The desperate wiggles and whines.
Everything reminds me that this is exactly what I dreamed of all those years in college, and the thought alone makes me smile into the kiss.
I lick the seam of her lips, desperate for another taste as she starts to grind into my lap.
Her lips part hesitantly, letting me further the kiss.
My hands sink further into her pants, and the globes of her ass, soft and firm against my hands, have me scrabbling for purchase, looking for a hold to keep her here with me.
She shuffles up as best as she can. There’s not much more room unless this couch would lay us out. It won’t; it’s not that high-tech, nor can it read my mind when I want it to do things. This is as close as we can get for now… until she asks for more.
And she has to ask.
I’m not pushing her into anything she isn’t ready for.
She pulls back slightly, looking at my knee that’s elevated and then at the kitchen. She sighs, more forlornly than I want to hear.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to get home soon. It’s getting dark.”
Loneliness pangs in my chest, tightening my lungs in a dark and twisty way. “Do you want to go home?” I ask.
She turns back to me, green eyes still molten, still shifting with the emotions swirling inside of her. “No.”
I lean in to whisper in her ear, “Stay.” She keens closer, whining. “We’ll just sleep; it's not like I can dazzle you with this knee right now. Olivia would kill me.”
She nods.
“Don’t you want your privacy?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t slept well since Toronto. Sleep with me.”
Her cheeks darken. “I don’t have clothes.”
I shrug. “What a coincidence! I do.” I nudge her off of me. “Let's get you ready for a sleepover.” Shifting my weight, I brace myself to get up and limp over to my room.
“I should just text Brynn to let her know I’ll be staying over.
Give me a second,” she says, jumping up to the door.
She opens and pulls a bag in that I didn’t see when I let her in before.
I’m uncomfortably wet, and now I can’t do either, analog or vibrator, which is fine.
To be honest, I’d rather have a beautiful woman in my bed curled up with me instead of being alone with my thoughts about how I ruined a game.
Which I didn’t.
“What was the end score?” I ask. She said we won, but…
“3-1. Brynn with two and Anderson got a great wrap around!”
“Sounds like a good game,” I call out from my bedroom. I pull on sleep shorts and an old t-shirt that will stretch across her tits, and I know it’s a bit skeevy, but I can’t wait to see them fill out my t-shirt.
I can’t wait to see her in clothes that are mine.
To claim her as my partner in a way only we know. “Brynn got a jailbreak,” she says.
“Nice. Who’d she break free?”
“Me. It was the penalty for pushing the girl into the boards.”
I turn around, seeing her with her shoes off and her pants wrinkled, looking a little more dishevelled but all the more angelic. “My knight in shining armour,” I say, throwing the PJs at her. “Here. These should fit.”
She raises a brow. The shorts are short and the t-shirt is tight, and it will be my little secret that I picked those for her specifically so that I can have this memory engrained in my brain.
She drops her pants right in front of me, and I’m so startled at the sight that I stumble back onto my bed.
Her glutes are defined and dip as she steps out of her pants, dropping her thong as well.
I try not to look, try not to catch a glimpse of the small thatch of blond curls on her pussy as she pulls the shorts on.
They give a great cheek peek when she’s standing up again. I have barely any time to be scandalized when she unbuttons the vest and her breasts tumble from it. There’s no bra, and her berry pink nipples look like they could cut glass.
My brain zeroes out when I try to memorize their size and shape. They look like the perfect handful, and even better mouthful. She’s even got tan lines from the summer which I think next summer we’ll have to work on. I want to mark her breasts so they’re mine, and I want to see her tan topless.
Her abs are prominent against her skin as she throws on her shirt and pulls it down her torso. I didn’t realize she’s got a longer torso than I do, and it ends up cropping around her waist. It leaves a sliver of tanned skin that I’d like to spend a very, very long time exploring.
Soon.
Or later.
I pray soon, though.
“Are you okay?” she asks, finally looking at me again. I nod quickly, trying to keep my emotions in check before she disappears into the bathroom.
I quickly change into my own pjs and follow her in, enjoying the under butt that’s currently hanging from the blue cotton shorts. Her legs are solid as she brushes her teeth with a spare toothbrush she must’ve brought in her duffle bag, and I do the same.
We’re in sync until we curl up in bed. I pull her close, letting her snuggle into me, her head showing off a balancing act between my chest and her pillow. Her fingers trail circles on my skin. “This was the best discovery I think I’ve ever made,” she whispers.
“You know, university Eloise would never believe it,” I say back. “But this Eloise is very, very happy with this self-discovery.”
She curls up further into me, her head growing heavy as her breath starts to even out. It’s not long before I’m also dreaming of the new best thing that has ever happened to me.