When he began talking, telling me how he would touch me, I was a ticking time bomb. The grittiness of his voice was like sandpaper against my skin. I couldfeelwhat he wanted to do to me. My body reacted viscerally to his words, and my orgasm almost knocked me over.
But me reaching out to touch him, and then licking off the last bit of his release? I have no idea what came over me. That act should have made me incredibly uncomfortable. All of my sexual experiences thus far have been incredibly tame. Tonight, however, I immediately knew he was thinking about me, and I was emboldened for the first time in my life. Feminineconfidence and sensuality. It was like my orgasm gave me an even bigger high, and I had to capitalize on it.
Now, though, I’m shaken and feeling quite raw. When I hear the water turn off in the shower, I frantically strip out of my wet clothes, rushing into my closet to get appropriately dressed. Should I get into bed and fake sleep? Act like nothing happened? Shit. I’m overthinking this.
As I exit my closet, the bathroom door opens. Wearing only his boxers, Jamie strides toward me, and before I can say a word, he takes me into his arms, kissing me deeply. I sigh into his mouth as I wind my arms around his neck. The kiss isn’t passionate, but it’s exactly what I need while my mind is working overtime to mess with my emotions. It feels like Jamie is claiming me. Telling me it’s okay, that nothing has changed in our dynamic.
Breaking off the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine. “You still okay if I spend the night?”
I let out a relieved breath as I nod. He could have asked if I still wanted him to stay, but by specifically stating it the way he did, he put the decision with me, as ifheneedsmeinstead of the other way around.
“Good,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss on the tip of my nose. “I think I need a cuddle after that. You kinda rocked my world, Doctor Carrington.”
I snort as he lets go, heading to the side of the bed where he napped yesterday. I turn off the lights, close the door, and round the bed to my side. We both get under the covers, facing each other.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he says quietly.
“Yes.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. That was incredibly hot.”
“I’m surprised. I’d have thought you had all kinds of experiences like that,” I tell him, shyly.
He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt comfortable enough with a woman to ask her to do something like that. And as cocky as this sounds, most women who want to sleep with a football player aren’t in it for the experience. Once they realize I’m not the stereotypical athlete, they want to get off and get the hell out of there.”
“But you feel comfortable with me,” I state softly, almost to myself, then yelp as he grabs my arm, yanking me against him so my head is on his chest.
“Yeah, Doc. You make me feel like no other woman has.”
“What?”
He sighs as he kisses the top of my head. “You make me feel normal.”
As the first ray of light courses between the wood blinds of my bedroom window, I know I’m alone. What is most surprising is how sad I feel that I’m alone.
Before we fell asleep, Jamie told me he had an early workout with a couple of the guys from his offensive line, and said he’d be quiet. Knowing how lightly I sleep, I assumed I’d still wake up. Either he is a ninja, or that orgasm put me into a coma.
Honestly, I’m not sure which reason I think is more accurate. In any case, I’m slightly bummed I didn’t wake up, because I know he’s going out of town for the rest of the week.
Reaching over to pick up my phone, my hand hits a piece of paper.
Aud,
You’re cute when you snore.
In case you’ve forgotten, I’m headed out of town until Friday for a brand marketing thing. I’d love to have you and Flash over for dinner at my place Friday night. We need to finalize the menu and place setting for the event, and I really want to have you in my space.
I’ve never invited a woman to my home before. Do with that what you will.
If you were to bring an overnight bag, I wouldn’t object. Will the pigs be okay for twelve hours? If not, bring them. I’ll buy another cage.
Already missing you.
-J
