Chapter 21 #2
Even though it’s only been hurried minutes since we came together, I want to pick her up so that her legs are wrapped around my waist, my hands grasping that hot-as-hell ass of hers as I bundle her into my bedroom.
I want to lay her down on my bed, and make sweaty, blurry, can’t-quite-catch-our-breath love to her until we’re both too tired to move.
And then I want to nap with her in my arms, and do it all over again when we wake up, and again, and again.
I’m still reeling from the effect she has on me.
It’s stronger than anything I’ve ever known, even when I was a teenager discovering sex and desperate to have as much of it as possible, seeking out any opportunity to get laid.
I think it’s because it’s now totally clear that we’re great together, and that the sex between us is going to be good.
Off the charts good. A small shiver of anticipation tickles my spine as I think about next time, about actually sinking my bare dick into that gorgeous wet pussy I’ve been playing with, before I turn my mind resolutely back to putting clothes on. We’re getting later by the second.
Still...as we get ready, rushing around like speeded up film, our eyes keep catching and trading knowing, smiling looks, full of the secrets we showed to each other via touch and lick and kiss and moan.
I know what she sounds like in the full throes.
I know what she feels like when she comes.
I know what she looks like naked. I have no idea how I’m going to be able to concentrate on anything else today.
I nearly lose it and tell her we’re both calling in sick when I see her stuff her panties into a zipped up inside pocket in her jacket. She grins at the look on my face when she sees that I know her secret, that my chere is going commando in her jeans today.
And I just can’t hold it back any longer.
She gives me a quizzical look when I catch her hand just as we reach the front door.
My thumb is less than an inch from the red ladybug tattoo I gave her, and I run my thumb over it, feeling pride that it’s there.
I’ve marked her with my tattoo needle. I marked her with my come just minutes ago.
And now I’m going to put an invisible mark on her, one that I hope she is ready for.
One I'm probably slightly insane to give to her after her wobble last night, but I can't not.
“I need to tell you something,” I say, my heart pounding like a jackhammer, squeezing her hand gently to steady myself.
I wish now that I’d thought this through more and practiced some nice speech or something.
I’m not the best with words as a rule. But I don’t think I can hold this in anymore, and moreover, I don’t want to.
Her face stiffens with alarm. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I hurry to assure her. “Nothing at all, everything’s.
..great. So great. It’s...better than I’ve ever had it.
” I feel her relieved smile like glowing embers in my gut, and suddenly it all falls into place, and everything seems so simple.
“I’m in love with you,” I murmur, touching her hair with slightly shaking fingers.
Her eyes widen. She looks stunned. I think in a good way, but it’s hard to say.
I sigh, and go for it. “I know we’ve only been a couple for a few days,” I say quietly, winging it and trying not to stumble over my words, “but...I’ve spent nearly every day with you for weeks since you got here, and I’ve been falling for you more and more every single one of those days.
So I know this might seem fast, but…” I run a thumb over her cheek. “It’s true.”
Her eyes are still huge as they look up into mine. I let her go and clear my throat awkwardly. “You don’t have to say it back, you know, if...if you ain’t there yet. I may have read our book a few chapters ahead of you, and if that’s that case, I promise you, I promise, it’s fine - ”
She stops me running my mouth by covering my lips with a kiss.
Her tongue gently licks into my mouth, firing me up all over again, and her hands slide across my shoulders until she’s on her tiptoes with her arms wrapped around my neck.
I gather her to me, holding her as close as I can because it just feels so good to have her body pressed against me and I’m so relieved that this hasn’t freaked her out.
She breaks away first, and the look in her eyes has my heart jumping.
“I love you, too,” she says, and she looks almost amused.
“I was going to say it in the shower, but I didn’t want you to think it was only because I was addled with that outrageously good orgasm you gave me.
” She kisses my mouth again, which is spreading into a grin, and I softly bite her lower lip.
“It is kind of soon,” she adds quietly, “and I’m not going to lie, I’m a little scared.
..but I’m happier more than I am scared, and this just feels. ..right.”
Well, holy fuck.
My fingers are in her hair and I rest my head against hers, sighing with relief.
This is beyond doubt the best moment of my life.
So far. With her, I have no doubt that, day by day, it’s going to keep getting better and better.
I’ve known the shitty side of relationships, and she has, too. I’m never taking this for granted.
My cell interrupts us by ringing. I grumble as I take it out of my pocket, reluctant for the moment to become the past, and she giggles.
“It’s Leo,” I tell her, and she winces. I swipe up. “We’re on our way,” I tell him, hoping he just leaves it at that.
“Oh, good, you’re both still alive,” he teases.
“Yep,” I say with an eye roll, “now leaving. Be there in ten.”
“My, how the mighty have fallen,” he jokes. “It’s payback time, Mr Never Late. You know the drill. And I am going to make the most of this.” He sounds over-the-top exultant. Man, I’m going to be given the runaround today...
“Thought you might.” I end the call.
“What was all that about?” Emily asks.
I guide us both out of the door and lock up.
“It’s a tradition at Wishbone,” I reply, slinging my arm around her shoulder as we start walking.
“If you’re late for work, you buy lunch for everyone, and they can be as fussy and elaborate with it as they want.
Like, a hugely exacting sandwich order, with like a triple venti decaf half fat no foam what-the-fuck from another place across town, that kind of thing.
Wasted time for wasted time, Leo calls it. ”
She bites her lip. “I’m so sorry, this is all my fault-”
“No, it isn’t,” I insist. “I overslept, too. No taking responsibility for everything, chere. You’re my girlfriend now, and that shit ain’t happening.
” I smile down at her, pick up one of her hands, and kiss the back of it.
It makes her smile, and right now I don’t think life could be any more perfect.