His hips started to move faster, his climax on the cusp of explosion. “This isn’t going to take long.”
“Yeah—morning wood and all,” she giggled, sending a tickling vibration to his sensitive appendage making him draw in a quick breath.
“Katie, I… I’m about to come…”
She gripped his buttocks, pulling him in deeper, which sent him into a full-blown orgasm within seconds. His eyes rolled back into his head as he spilled into her, his entire body racked with incredible pleasure. He collapsed on top of her taking in big gulps of air. When he could muster the strength, he lifted himself up to see her smiling at him.
“Was it good? It sure felt good,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Yeah,” he panted. “It was great.”
Pulling out, he lay on his side propping his head on his bent arm. Beads of sweat glistened all over his body, the hair above his forehead sticking to his skin. He grabbed the edge of the sheet she had pulled up and yanked it off exposing her naked body in the morning light. Her eyes were huge and dark, watching his every move as he ran his free hand over her lips and down to her breasts, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.
“Now it’s your turn,” he tantalized, rolling a nipple between his thumb and index finger.
She raised an eyebrow before closing her eyes and laying her head back on the pillow, fully surrendering to the desire. He reached between her exposed legs tugging on her pubic hair before dipping his fingers into her pool, flicking her swollen nub. He was quick and efficient, his touch sending jolts of desire throughout her body. Her legs started to tense, and she brought them together at the knees entrapping his hand.
“No, baby. Keep your legs wide open,” he instructed, forcefully pushing her legs apart.
She whimpered trying to maintain an open stance. Clay stroked her faster and faster, her hips lifting off the mattress as the orgasm hit her full on.
“Clay!” she cried out, clenching the bed sheets tightly around her. He continued to stroke her delicately, entranced by her exquisiteness in the moment. When she finally opened her eyes to look at him, she flushed before hugging him, hiding her face in his neck.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. Pulling back, he tried to look her in the eye. She avoided his stare until he tipped her chin up to look at him. “What is it, Katie?”
She offered him a tiny smile. “You’re an amazing lover, Clay. I’ve never felt like that before. My body was…totally out of control.”
Her comment left him flabbergasted, and he was afraid if he tried to speak at that moment, he would stutter with bewilderment. He embraced her, contentedly exhaling as he gathered his wits. “You’re the amazing one, Katie. I’m a lucky man waking up with you in my arms.”
“We’re both lucky…”
They spent the rest of the morning lounging in bed, drinking coffee, and eating bagels and fruit Clay had picked up from the corner market. Katie had borrowed his oversized basketball shorts and a t-shirt, her messy long hair making her look like an extra in a Guns-n-Roses music video.
“Let’s play a game,” he suggested.
“Okay.” Katie sat cross-legged on the bed, setting her half-eaten bagel on a paper napkin. “What’s this game called?” She seemed interested as she licked cream cheese off her lower lip.
“It’s called, ‘What Would Happen If…’ I’ll go first. I’m going to ask you a question leading off with ‘What would happen if?’ and you answer. Okay?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Okay. What would happen if…we stayed in bed all day long?” He watched her mull her answer over.
“We would…create a book called ‘Eat-Sleep-Sex,’ and it would become a best-seller,” she answered matter-of-factly.
He laughed. “You’re good. And you’re right; itwouldbecome a best-seller. Now it’s your turn. You ask me a question.”
She looked up at the skylight briefly before looking him in the eye. “What would happen if… you wrote a song about me?”
Clay felt a fluttering of butterflies in his stomach, not sure how to answer her question.
Katie’s face fell. “I’m sorry. I’ve already ruined this game, haven’t I? That was pretty presumptuous of me…”
“No,” he interrupted. “It’s not presumptuous at all. It’s just that…I’ve already written a song with you in mind. In fact, your beautiful face has often come to mind while I write.” He watched her cheeks tinged with a pinkish hue.
“Really? That’s incredible,” she said excitedly. “What would happen if you shared one of those songs with me right now?”
“Now wait a minute. It’s not your turn anymore.”
