“Yeah,” she says with a moan.
I continue to work her clit, rocking my hips into her. “Fuck…it’s so fucking good,” she says as she continues to move against me.
“That’s it, pretty girl—take what you need. I want to feel you come apart for me.”
With my spare hand, I grab her ass, tugging her tighter against me, and she falls. Her pussy tightens around my dick, and she falls forward, covering my face with her hair.
“Tanner,” she screams, and it’s all I need. I find my release as well. Her mouth finds mine, silencing us both. Our bodies continue to rock together, until we both are completely unraveled.
“Fuck,” I say when she rolls off the top of me. “You are absolutely amazing.”
She climbs out of bed, and I watch as her bare ass sways inthe dim light. “You were alright,” she teases, glancing over her shoulder.
I jump out of bed and run up behind her, grabbing her and pulling her into me. “Just alright?” I ask, tickling her sides.
“Stop, you know I’m just teasing you. I need to pee.” She laughs. “And you’re still wearing the condom.”
I kiss the side of her head and move past her into the bathroom, discarding the rubber into the trash.
Once we’ve both cleaned up and dressed in nothing but our underwear, she climbs back into bed, and I walk out to get us both some water.
“Thank you,” she says, taking the glass from me. She takes a sip then places it back on the nightstand. I crawl into bed, and her body relaxes against mine.
“I hope you like being the big spoon,” she says, nestling in closer. “Because I like being the little spoon.”
“I’ll be your big spoon any time.”
“Maybe we do make a good team,” she says.
“I’ve been trying to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen.” I lay a kiss against the side of her face. “Did that really just happen?” I ask, replaying our night.
“Yes,” she says. “And I’m really happy it did.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve made me the happiest man on the planet,” I say.
“I know serious relationships aren’t really your thing,” she begins, her tone shifting to nervousness. “But what does all this mean? Are we together now? Is it casual?”
“I meant what I said. I don’t want it to be just sex. I like you a lot, Wren, and if you don’t want to label it, I can be cool with that, but I’d like to see where it goes. I’d like to take you on dates. I’d like to be able to kiss you whenever I want. I don’t want to hide this from our friends. God, I want to tell everyone you’re mine, if you’ll have me.”
“I’d like all that too,” she says. “And I’m not opposed to labels.”
“I’ve never asked a girl to be my girlfriend before,” I admit nervously, my heart beginning to race.
“Ever? Not even when you were in middle or high school?”
“No. I’ve dated a lot of women, but never have been exclusive. Does that weird you out?”
“No. I mean maybe it should, and if you asked me a couple months ago maybe it would have, but then I got to know you, and despite you being insufferable, I couldn’t help but fall for you.”
“So, how does this work? Do I ask, or do we just kinda agree to be in a relationship?”
My cheeks heat, and I’ve never been more thankful that the room was dark. I’m thirty. I should know how to ask a woman out. How fucking embarrassing.
“You should definitely ask,” she says. “And we’ve kind of done it all out of order, but I’ll let that slide.”
My heart rate picks up, and nerves pulse through me.
“Okay, well then…will you be my girlfriend?”
