Our tongues dance and his free hand runs down my body, stopping between my legs. Rubbing my clit with his thumb, he thrusts a finger inside me. Pumping in and out until I'm gasping. "Now, Devin."
He slows and slides his finger out, his cock pressing against me, and I lift my hips while he pushes inside. The pressure foreign and familiar at the same time. Six months was too long to be away from him.
His lips move from mine to my jawline. Kissing his way to my ear, sucking on the lobe and whispering into my ear. "Fuck, you feel good. I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too." I trail my fingers along his arms, up his shoulders, and around to his back. Pulling him deeper. Doing everything I can to close the distance between us.
He moves his hand between us, rubbing me with his thumb until my legs are shaking and I'm doing everything I can to keep my orgasm at bay. It's too soon. It's been too long, and my body is on fire for him. "Come for me."
That command is all it takes. I turn and capture his lips, letting him swallow my moans while my body rides the waves of pleasure. He follows soon after and collapses on the bed next to me. "Sorry."
He lifts up on one elbow and looks down at me. "For what?"
"That being so fast."
Lifting his free hand, he rubs my cheek with his thumb. "I wouldn't have lasted much longer, either. Besides, we both missed each other."
"You're right," I lean into his touch before glancing at the clock beside his bed. Shit. It's later than I thought. "We should probably get some sleep. Especially if you expect me to get up at the ass crack of dawn to get my car."
"Fine." He gives me a quick kiss. "Let me find something for you to wear and we'll clean up."
"Okay." I head toward the bathroom and hear drawers opening and closing.
There's a knock on the door. "I have a t-shirt and sweats for you. Do you want me to slip them in here?"
"Yeah, that's fine." The door opens far enough for him to scoot the clothes across the floor.
I slide his clothes on and splash water on my face. All the lights are off when I leave the bathroom, aside from the small lamp on his nightstand.
"I got you water." He points toward the bottle on the table. "You ready for bed?"
A yawn escapes my lips. I didn't realize I was this tired. "Yes." I climb into bed next to him. His arm curls around me, keeping me close. The weight of his arm comforting. I truly feel like I'm at home, and I hope like hell we can stay this way.
12
Devin
Sleep eludes me.Maybe it wasn't a good idea to have her stay over tonight. I wouldn't trade tonight for anything in the world, though.
She's here, in my arms. The place I dreamed she'd be after all those months apart. Her soft snores fill the room, and I want that sound beside me every night. It's a pipe dream, though. There's no way I'll be able to talk her out of taking the spare room at Eric's. And honestly, it's not my place, even if it kills me on the inside. Lisa has never been one to take commands, and I'll be damned if I do anything to ruin our relationship this time around.
Everything is finally coming together. I'm playing live gigs with my friends, and I have the woman I'm pretty sure I love by my side. The only thing I need now is for someone out there to realize our talent and give us a contract.
I won't be getting any sleep tonight. I'm too amped up on emotion. Pulling my arm off Lisa, I slide to the opposite side of the bed, doing my best not to wake her. My fingers are itching for my pencil and notebook.
There's only one thing to do to shake these nerves. Lifting the comforter, I climb out of bed, checking that Lisa is still asleep. She hasn't budged. I swear, she can sleep through anything.
My notebook is on the counter, but I don't want to turn on the light. Not with her sleeping mere feet away. Just because I'm inspired doesn't mean I need to wake her.
The bathroom may work as a place to write. Then I remember there's a small, dim light above the stove. Grabbing my notebook and pencil, I click the light on. Standing isn't ideal, but it's the only way I'll see the paper.
My pencil moves across the page with speed. Everything I'm feeling in this moment scrawled across the lines. Love, fear of losing that love, and random thoughts jotted down. I don't know if I'll be able to make sense of this in the morning, but I know I need to get it out of my head.
I haven't been paying attention to the time and my alarm blares loudly in the small house. Rushing over, I tap the button to turn it off. It's too late, though.
"Morning," Lisa stretches her arms above her. "I think."
"Good morning." I lean down and kiss her on the forehead. "You can sleep longer while I get ready if you want."
