“I asked if you were okaytwiceand you didn’t answer,” he said.
I managed to lift an arm and motioned to the utter devastation of my overcooked noodle body. “Sorry. You fucked me into a quick coma.” His eyes flared wider like things were Very, Very Wrong, and I rushed—as much as I could rush right now—to say, “A good coma. Great coma, actually. Can we do that again? In a minute. After I learn to exist again. I want to see if it will always end in a coma. I might need to start a coma journal.”
Beck sat back on his knees and massaged his temples. I didn’t even care that my legs were splayed open and I was wet in a way that made me think I’d need to chug some water very soon. I didn’t care that I was thoroughly exposed and vulnerable because I’d experienced more intimacy tonight than the sum of my adult life. Because I knew Icouldexperience it.
And I really liked it.
“Sunny, you’re—for fuck’s sake, you’re not allowed to say that.”
I watched as he reached to the bedside table for some tissues. He handled the condom as I asked, “Why not?”
“Because it stresses me the fuck out,” he said, glancing around for a wastebasket. “There are several things I’d rather do right now than worry about fucking comas.”
“Like what?”
He shot the ball of condom-y tissues to the basket beside the dresser. It went in, of course. “I’d wanted to pass out with you on top of me.” He said this like it was an accusation.
I giggled. He scowled. It was perfect.
“I had some ideas about waking up in a few hours and feeding you breakfast,” he continued. “And then rolling you over onto some of these pillows and fucking you from behind so I don’t have to think about baseball to keep from blowing it all while you play with your tits.”
I patted the mattress beside me. “We can still do that.”
He slapped a hand to his chest. “I’m going to need a minute to recover. I’m still mentally running wind sprints here, okay?”
“It’s almost like you’re unaware that you caused my little coma.”
“You presented me with a problem.” He ran a hand from my ankle to my knee and back down again. “I merely did what was necessary to solve it.”
I grabbed hold of his wrist and tugged him toward me. This time, the boulder rolled right out of the ocean and into my arms. We shifted to our sides, my bottom tucked against his hardening shaft. I didn’t see how that was remotely possible but I wasn’t going to ask questions. He slipped one arm under my pillow and wrapped the other around my waist, his hand flat on my belly. I could still feel the quivers and pings of that last orgasm. I wondered if he could feel them too.
“Do you think that one time was enough to solve the problem?” I asked. “Or should we spend some more time testing it out?”
Beck kissed his way down my neck to my shoulder, and once again I was a single, giant goose bump. “One time wasn’t enough,” he said. “I don’t think I’ll ever have enough.”
chaptertwenty
Beckett
Today’s Special:
Wild Deer
Sunny felt perfect right there.Like I’d existed for thirty-six years thinking I was a full, complete human being, but the truth was I’d been waiting all my life to hold her like this. We just stayed there, locked together and touching each other like we were starved. Like there would never, ever be enough.
And yet I could not stop myself from burying a laugh in the crook of her shoulder.
“You know, I’ve had a lot of strange experiences when it comes to sexytimes, but I don’t think anyone has ever laughed at me while we were still in bed,” Sunny said.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m not laughingatyou. I swear,” I choked out. “But this is all catching up to me now. You tell me that dick doesn’t do anything for you. You’reshy. You need me to go slow—”
“Right, so hilarious,” she muttered.
“—and then you basically grab me by the throat and order me to fuck you into the mattress. And you end it all by blacking out for a minute. I don’t really know what happened here tonight but it changed my entire life.”
“This isn’t the time to tell me that I did it wrong,” she said with a yawn. “If that was wrong, I don’t want to talk about right.”
I grabbed a handful of her ass and gave it a rough, shaking squeeze. “You were a fucking dream, Sunny.”
