“I don’t know if I should be offended, or not,” he scrunches his eyebrows together. “As if I’d ever do anything that made you uncomfortable.”
“Dude, you pursued me after I told you I didn’t want to date. Then, you conspire with my best friend to get the outcome you want.” I roll my eyes at him, “I don’t think there’s much you wouldn’t do to get what you wanted.”
“I may be confident in myself, but I’m not an asshole.” He says all this while rolling the condom over his erection. It looks snug, but as long as it doesn’t break…we’re good. “Now,” he leans over and places kiss after kiss along my shoulder. “Where were we?”
I shiver under the feel of his lips on my skin. The way he runs his hands down my body until he finds what he’s looking for. “Yeah,” I squeak out. “I think that’s exactly where we were.”
“You know, I think you’re right.” He moves until he’s looming over me, between my legs, just one push from being inside me. He slides forward until the tip of his cock is lined up with me, but he doesn’t go any further. “You sure?”
“If you don’t do something soon, I’m going to take care of it myself.” That’s all the permission he needs. He slams into me and my entire body ignites. He fills me completely, stretching me with each push. He wraps one arm around me, bringing me closer to him, until I can feel him deep inside me. Claiming me inch by inch.
“Bentley,” his name is a whisper on my lips. That spurs him on. Faster and faster until all I see are stars as I come undone around him. Shuddering as the final throes of ecstasy leave my body.
Within minutes he’s gripping my body harder than before. His fingers wrapping in my hair, pulling my head back until he stiffens. His cock pulsing inside me as he finds his release.
Gently, he frees his hand from my hair and lowers me to the bed. I’m not sure what he sees on my face, but he asks, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I nod. At least, I think I am. It’s been months since I’ve been with anyone, and he was my re-introduction into having a sex life again. He’s made it impossible for others to live up to him. And I’m not complaining one little bit.
He rolls off of me before getting off the bed and going to the restroom. I can do nothing but lay in pure bliss. Absolutely nothing can bring me down from the high I feel right now. He comes back to the bed, a knowing smirk on his face. “Are you ready for bed?”
All I can do is nod and pull the blanket out from underneath me. He slides in behind me, wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me flush with him. The contact alone is enough to make me want more. The way his hand slides from my waist and down my hip, back and forth, lets me know he does, too. I can already tell it’s going to be a long night. I don’t know when we’ll actually let our eyes close for the night, but I know I will drink in every moment I have with him before he leaves.
Light streaming from the window wakes me up. Wait, why is there light coming through? Blackout curtains aren’t supposed to allow that to happen. I know for a fact they were closed before we fell asleep last night.
I swing my arm behind me, feeling for the body that should be there. That’s supposed to be there, but it’s missing. The spot he was lying in is still warm. That’s a good sign. At least I know he didn’t sneak out in the wee hours of the morning once I fell asleep. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t just do it. But why open the curtains? To be an asshole?
Sounds come from the kitchen. Dishes clattering together and water running from the sink. Relieved he didn’t bail on me; I sink further into my bed and pull the blanket over my head to block the sunlight. Last night was perfect. From the dinner to the sex. All of it. I’ve had amazing dates before, but this one…it puts all others to shame. This is the first time, despite knowing how badly he wanted me, I had someone truly show their appreciation of me in their life. He treated me like a goddess and if the noise in the apartment is any indication, he plans to continue that.
I have no clue what he’s putting together, though. I haven’t had a chance to get groceries. I wasn’t playing when I told Hazel I was coming home to clean like crazy. My refrigerator is almost never stocked. The food would go bad before I have a chance to eat it, and it’s just easier to grab take out when I’m home.
“Are you awake?” From the sound of his voice, he’s standing at the doorway.
“If I said no, would it make a difference?” I slide the blanket down from my face and glance over at him. Holy shit. Bentley with his shirt off, in nothing but his boxers and his hair messy from sleep, is a glorious thing to wake up to. Let’s not forget the two plates he’s holding. I wouldn’t mind waking up to this more often.
“Not really,” he shrugs and steps toward the bed. He sets the plate down at the foot of the bed before gently climbing in beside me. “I was going to make you breakfast, but your fridge is stocked about as well as mine. It’s a good thing you had frozen breakfast burritos.”
“Frozen food is about the only thing I keep on hand.” I attempt to shrug but get tangled in the blanket. “I can’t even cook very well.”
“I guess we’ll starve then,” he grins. “I can’t cook either. But I have a secret weapon.”
It’s good to know I’m not the only one who struggles with cooking, but I need to know what this secret weapon is. “And, what’s that?”
“My mom lives less than twenty minutes from me. All I have to do is show up at her house for dinner.”
“That’s wrong on so many levels. How are you going to make your mom cook for you?”
“I don’t make her do anything. She’s stubborn as hell, but I’m not going to turn down the offer to go over there for good food.” He grabs the plates before pulling me close to him. “Now, eat. I have a surprise for you.”
“Unless it’s a repeat of last night…I don’t want it.” I snuggle into his side and bask in the feel of being next to him. Of being with a man that doesn’t try to tell me what to do, or how to act. Of a man that has done all he can to prove that I’m the only one he has eyes for.
“That can be arranged.” He mutters into my hair and pokes me playfully in the side. “But no, that’s not it.”
“It’s not nice to poke people,” I grumble. “Why can’t you just tell me now?”
“Because I’m hungry, and if you want a repeat, you’re going to need your strength.”
“Fine.” I may be pouting but so what. I don’t understand what’s so secretive that he can’t spill the beans while we eat. I grab the plate off his lap and take a bite of the burrito. It’s already lost some of its heat and the eggs are rubbery, but if he wants me to eat, then I will. After swallowing, I put the burrito down. “There, I ate. Now, tell me.”
