16. Astrid
Ihave never been so comfortable in my entire life. It’s my very first thought as I wake up. Unusually comfortable. And sore. I roll over but something stops me. Oh. Sean’s hand. I peel back the warm duvet and see Sean’s arm wrapped around my middle. I must wake him because he yanks my back flush to his hard chest.
Oh my God. I had sex with Sean and spent the night in his bed.
He gently nuzzles his lips against my neck. “Good morning, beautiful.” The hand wrapped around my middle strokes my stomach and over my hips.
I shiver against him. Why does everything he does feel so good?
“Mmm,” he murmurs against me before trailing soft kisses down my neck and over my shoulder.
I can feel him hard against me. There are so many things we could do. I can’t wait to?—
“Hey, now.” He grips my hip when I start to act on my impulse. “I have to go the arena today, and if you distract me now, I won’t have time to make you breakfast in bed.”
I roll over to face him. “You’re going to make me breakfast in bed?” My heart beats faster being this close to Sean. I can’t help but smile as I look at his face. He’s even more handsome waking up next to him. It makes my breath still when I look too long. His beautiful brown eyes. His cheekbones. His eager, full lips.
He grins. “Stay here.” He places a small kiss on my nose. “Don’t move.” He looks back as if to catch me. But I would never turn down breakfast in bed. Nor rob myself of the vision of his muscled, naked ass as he walks away, grabbing a pair of sweatpants off a chair as he leaves.
I stretch out in the bed. I can’t believe yesterday was real. Everything went perfectly. From the hayride to the hugs in the crisp fall air. My heart flutters at the memory. To the kissing, and everything else.
And last night was unforgettable.
I roll over and find my phone, thanking everyone who texted me yesterday. After being whisked away by Sean, I completely forgot to respond. Even to my family.
The responses don’t take too much time. I copy and paste the same thanks over and over again, deciding to hold off on giving Heather all of the details. That can wait until we are in person. I set my phone back on the night stand and stretch back out.
God, this bed feels so good. I rub my thighs together beneath the cotton duvet.
I don’t know how I’m going to go back to normal life after yesterday. After all the days with Sean. A part of me wants to ask him what this all means, to make sure I haven’t made everything up. And another part of me wonders if adults still need to become a couple by saying the words out loud?
I haven’t exactly had a lot of dates like the ones I’ve had with him. Can I consider our runs dates? Well yesterday was definitely a date at least.
Wasn’t it?
Sean is back before I can think myself into a panic. He knows me well because he brings me chocolate croissants and a coffee on a fancy tray.
“Oooh,” I say, excited. With the duvet tucked around my waist, I sit with my back against the headboard. I can’t help but laugh as he approaches. “You didn’t have to do this, you know.”
“I know,” he says. He sets the tray down for me and kisses my forehead. “But you should feel special on your birthday.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not my birthday anymore.”
He dips down to kiss me again. “Well, consider this what should’ve happened yesterday.” He walks over to his closet, and I hear the rustling of clothes as he gets dressed. “Listen,” he calls out. “I have practice and then a team meeting and then if you want, we can do something tonight before Violet gets home. Watch a movie maybe?”
“That sounds amazing,” I say between mouthfuls of flakey pastry. “These are so good.” I hold up the half-eaten croissant in my hand, humming my appreciation. I’m impressed.
“You cannot make noises like that, Astrid,” Sean groans. “Not when I have to go.”
I moan again, pulling back the duvet to reveal my body and setting the plate aside.
I don’t know what I’m expecting. I wanted to tease him. But as I see the lust reflected in his eyes, desire pools in my core.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to have to punish you.”
“Sean,” I pretend to moan out, and that’s enough for him to pull me towards him. The suddenness of his movements draws an uncontrollable laugh from my lips.
I’m writhing beneath him as his tight grip on my thighs pins my legs apart, keeping me locked in place and spread bare.
His tongue flicks and swirls around and over my clit, making my back arch and my knees shake. He slowly drags a finger across my slit before thrusting it inside of me.
“Oh,” I cry out.
His tongue creates a relentless rhythm against me as he works his finger in and out. It’s not gentle like last night, but punishing. Like I’ve been bad and he’s teaching me a lesson by way of rough, dominating pleasure. My hips jerk against his face when he inserts a second finger, stretching me apart as he bites down lightly on my clit, tugging my skin in a way that feels so good it’s painful.
My fingers grip his hair, all sense of reason or shame gone. I thrust myself against his face, chasing my orgasm as his tongue slides over me in time with his fingers curling and hitting that spot deep within me.
He doesn’t tear his gaze away from me as I scream his name and explode around him, his movements not stopping until my legs fall limp and my body shakes around him. Even then, he places one last kiss on my clit before crawling up my body and placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
“You’re so pretty when you come.”
My cheeks hurt from smiling, and I’m too undone to respond properly. The only word I can manage to mumble out is his name. “Sean.”
“I’m glad you liked it, baby.” His lips press against mine, and my eyes flutter shut as my skin tingles. “I’m sorry, but I really have to go. I wish I could stay and cuddle you.” He stands, licking his lips and looking back at me in a way that shows me that he’s telling the truth. “Make sure to eat, I made those croissants myself. Stay in bed as long as you’d like. I’ll be back after practice.”
He made me come. He made breakfast himself. The thoughts bury a warm sensation deep within my chest.
Minutes pass before I can bring myself to move.
I find his t-shirt from the day I met him and put it on, bringing the collar to my nose and inhaling deep. It smells just like him. I close my eyes. It smells like his arms around my waist and my cheek pressed against his chest. It is the soft press of his lips against mine, the heated looks that cause my hands to tremble, and the desperate desire I feel when I see him walk into a room.
I take him up on his offer, choosing to stay in his bed, wrapped in his clothes and his sheets. It’s beyond comforting. And I cling to that instead of the anxiety that simmers just beneath, unsure of what we’re becoming, and what I mean to him.