“I’d say that sums it up.”
Damn, she’s clever with her replies. While I love knowing her pussy is mine and that I own each and every one of her climaxes, I’d love it even more if she’d admit it. For now, the knowledge will have to suffice.
“How about this, Mouse? I’ll give you enough orgasms to make up for all those losers before me. Sound good?”
She giggles. “I think that’s a great idea.”
I jerk my hips slightly, pushing my cock into her ass. He’s been ignored but not forgotten.
“We’d better get started then. Let’s dry off and move this to the bed.” I nuzzle her neck before standing, causing her to giggle some more. The sound is music to my ears.
After wrapping a towel around my waist, I grab another and hold it out wide so she can stand without feeling like she’s on full display. As soon as she’s up and out of the tub, I wrap it around her and lean forward to take advantage of her restrained arms.
I’ve never enjoyed kissing a woman this much. It’s like I’m sixteen again, and this is the only thing I know how to do. My cock is at full mast when I finally come up for air.
“All right, if I keep this up, we won’t make it to the bed. You’d better go.”
She manages to maneuver her arms out so that she can hold the towel in place. I’ll give her the modesty for now, since she’ll be naked and under me shortly.
Now that the sun has set and it’s dark outside, I close the windows and blinds as she walks over, but turn around in time to watch her climb in. Her red hair cascading down her alabaster back is a sight to behold, and so is the quick glimpse of her ass I’m finally awarded.
“Now what?” she asks innocently once she settles and catches me staring.
“You relax while I grab our dessert and a glass of wine. See if there’s anything good on.” I go to hand her the remote, unable to resist leaning down to taste her once more.
When I stand, she’s eye level with my cock, sticking straight out under the towel. “Uh, don’t you need…” She points at it and circles her finger to indicate her meaning.
“Don’t worry, Mouse. He’ll survive a little longer. He’s had more practice, remember?” I deliver the jab with a wink before walking away.
Serves her right, since she won’t tell me the truth aboutherexperience, or lack thereof. Probably not the most mature response, but hell, I’m still a man, so it comes with the territory.
Minutes later, we’re both settled on the bed, naked and sipping wine while she flips through channels. Something tugs at me that I haven’t experienced in ages, but I’m not ready to label it. I will admit this is comfortable, though. For the first time I can remember, I'm content and not even close to being done. In fact, I don’t want this to come to an end.
The evidence comes when she lands on the Hallmark channel, and I don’t hesitate when she asks if I mind.
“Are you sure? I can look for something else if you want,” she says sincerely.
“Only if you scoot your ass over here and snuggle into me likeyou’re supposed to do during a sappy Christmas movie. And you have to let me feed you dessert.”
She smiles as she moves over. My arm naturally wraps around her as she leans into me and burrows in. I could get used to this. It’s been ages since I was with Layla, and oddly enough, I don’t remember ever feeling this content. We were college sweethearts, young, naive, and convinced the world was our oyster. I’d say I was the foolish one who thought she was it for me.
Fresh out of law school and establishing ourselves, we were equally driven and excited to embark on our careers. After landing top positions at the firms we’d been interning at and becoming settled, it was finally time to take the next step. We’d already been apartment hunting, and I figured this was the natural path in life. Having the ring picked out for months, I was weeks away from proposing.
That was, until I came home for lunch one day to change after spilling coffee on my suit that morning. Boy, was I surprised to hear Layla’s moans coming from my roommate’s bedroom instead of mine. Three years, and suddenly I wondered how long they’d been lusting over each other, or more importantly, when they’d first given in?
That was when I decided once and for all that marriage was bullshit. First my dad, then Layla, not to mention all the countless dumbasses who fucked up by straying that I saw daily. It was no wonder staying single was an obsession. Sex and sayonara. That was my new philosophy and became my permanent life motto.
Until now, when this girl right here—the one in my arms who’s making me rethink everything—has me wanting more. I’m not sure how she thawed my frozen heart after only a couple of months, but somehow, she did. I suspect if this keeps up, she’ll soon have it melted completely.
I’m lost in thought when I suddenly feel wetness on my chest and look down to see Poppy silently crying. Shit, I’ve been so stuck in my head, I haven’t even been paying attention to the movie. The wine is long gone, and apparently, it’s wrapping up with the happily ever after.
The problem with these movies is that they set women’sexpectations way too fucking high. We’re not all princes, we’re not all from perfect families, and we’re not all goddamn pussies. But the tears in my girl’s eyes make me wish I were every damn one of those things—for her and her alone.
I take her glass, placing it next to the empty dessert plate before lifting her into my lap to straddle me.
“Come here, baby. Let me dry your tears.” I wipe under each eye and then pull her lips to mine. It doesn’t take long for the innocent kiss to turn into something not so innocent. Within seconds, my dick is hard again, so close to where he knows he belongs.
She’s grinding into me, filling me with lust, and from the sound of her wetness, she feels the same.
