How we fit together, how close we were. How close I wanted to be.
And she was wet, so wet, slicking me up between her thighs. It was tight and hot, wet and velvet smooth. The way she curled into and around me, her hands pulling me closer, arching into me. It made me protective, possessive of her.
“Everything you do feels amazing,” Audrey said as she moved with me, rolling steady, our bodies finding a rhythm. When I brushed against her clit, she pushed back, asking for, wanting more. “Wish we could stay like this.”
“Yes, stay here. Stay with me” I felt incoherent, words breathed out against the slope of her shoulder.
Audrey was the same, quick breaths that were soft moans half lost into the pillow, interlaced with pleas of “I’m so close” and “Hold me” and “I want you.”
My forearms shook with the effort of holding myself up. “You have me.” Forever.
“Oh, right there, yes.”
“Fu—” Whatever I was about to say was lost as we came together, every inch of us pressed tightly together.
The sun was more demanding by the time we finally pulled ourselves from the bed, bone-weary and sated from pleasure.
Her stomach growled. “Hungry?” I asked.
“Starving.” Her lips curled into a wide smile. “I could run down to the bakery on the corner, grab us something?”
“Ah. About that.” I tried to sound casual when I was anything but. “Would you like to stay and have brunch with Sarah and me? She’d really like to meet you.”
I’d really like you to stay.
Caught off guard, she chewed on her lip as she slipped back into her underwear.
“Ok.” She finally said. “Do you think she’ll like me?”
“Of course. Probably more than she likes me.” Audrey rewarded me with a bright laugh and a relaxed shift in her shoulders.
“Is there anything I need to know before I meet her?”
I’d just finished pulling a pair of jeans on, t-shirt in hand, but I drop it onto the bed in preference of taking her face in my hands and kissing her, languid and deep.
When I came up for air, I stayed close, touching my forehead to hers. “Just be you.”
It was the right thing to say because she relaxed in my arms, a happy little sigh escaping her, and I clamp my lips shut before I said something ridiculous like, “be mine,” or “I love you.”
The buzzer goes, alerting us to Sarah’s arrival.
“Are you sure about this? I could sneak you out,” I jokingly said, relieved when she pushed me out of the bedroom so she could finish getting dressed.
I stepped outside the apartment before Sarah reached the door because it had just occurred to me that I hadn’t really told her that Audrey and I weren’t officially dating, and if Sarah goes into full sister mode, we might not be talking after today either.
Sarah’s face contorted into confusion when she spotted me. “What are you doing hovering outside your door like a weirdo?”
I kept my voice quiet. “Ok, I need to ask you to do something, and you need to be cool about it.”
“What did you do?”
I was aware that we were loitering outside my doorway where any of my neighbors could walk by and hear us, but I was also not about to have this conversation inside my apartment where Audrey was, so I sped through it as quickly as I could. “I really like this woman, and I love you, but I need you to try not to give her a hard time—”
“Why would I—”
“Because you’re looking out for me. And I appreciate that; I do. But she didn’t know you were coming over until about five minutes ago, and this is still very new, and I haven’t told her that I want more yet.”
Sarah's lips formed a hard line, and she blew a stern breath out of her nose. “Dear God, you’re such an idiot.” And then she stormed past me to the apartment.
