And then later that night, to celebrate our last night together, we decided to light a bonfire, toast some marshmallows, drink a few beers, and sit laughing and chatting around the roaring fire.
I caught his eye several times. My belly was warm from alcohol, probably giving me more confidence than I would've felt sober.
Replays of our night together, coupled with his drawing of me, the Instagram posts...it was all getting to my head...and another region of my body.
He had stared just as intensely back at me, his eyes unwavering and his meaning clear. When I got up to use the bathroom, he followed me, picking me up and placing me against the sink. He wasted no time sticking his hands down my pants, giving me another deep finger fuck until I came moaning into his mouth.
And now here we were, two AM down in the basement - our attempt at avoiding any traveling noise. My legs spread wantonly wide as I rotated my hips into his sucking mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna come. Don't stop." I bent my back and tightened my grip on his hair, whimpering and gasping softly as I came.
My legs shook, and I felt a stream of juices seep out of me and into his waiting mouth. I could feel him suck my come out thoroughly before he stood over me.
With smooth movements, he started jerking his hard cock with his fist, watching me with hooded eyes. "Gonna come on those tits, baby. Hold 'em out for me like a good girl."
I moaned as I cupped my naked breasts together. My nipples were hard points directing his come where to go. He placed a leg on the couch and leaned over me with one hand on the wall above my head. He aimed his cock down at my tits.
His hand started jerking at his cock faster and faster until jets of white shot out, coating my breast and dripping onto my chest and stomach.
I watched him shudder over me with a long, low groan as he coated me with his seed.
"Mmm," I moaned as I lifted my cleavage towards my mouth, licking the remnants of his spend onto my tongue. I loved his salty and earthy flavor.
"Fuck, that's hot," he watched me swipe the tip of my tongue around a hard nipple.
He bent down and took my lips in a rugged, desperate kiss. Tongues and breaths tangled together, and I was sure he was getting some of his come into his mouth. I admired a man who had no qualms about kissing their partner after having their load swallowed.
He lifted me and strolled to the small half-bathroom in the basement, where we quickly cleaned up.
We then quietly snuck back up to the loft, where he again pulled me into a bed for a cuddle.
"I wanna see you," he murmured into the dark. We had been quiet for a long time, taking comfort in being in each other's presence.
I frowned up at him, and he glanced down to meet my confused stare. "See me?"
I felt his shoulder lift in a shrug. "Like, date and shit."
I turned my head back down, wide-eyed, as I considered what he was saying.
"Umm..." I was at a loss for words.
"I'm not seeing Maria. I'm not seeing any other girl. Haven't been since Barron and Eden's engagement party."
My heart leaped in my chest at his words. I assumed he had dusted himself off after the Maria fiasco and jumped straight back into his next lay.
"Are you still seeing Brad?"
I rolled my eyes. He knew damn well what his name was.
"Brian and I have an understanding."
One I hadn't indulged in in a while. After the incident in Malley's, I did meet up with Brian again. We followed our routine of drinks before heading back to mine in separate cars. But even though I had enjoyed the sex, the aftermath of our encounter left me feeling cold.
I was pissed off at Simon for that one because I literally felt like he had cursed my sex life after their little altercation. I had spoken with Brian since but made no firm plans to meet up with him again.
"I know I don't have the right to ask, but how long ago did this...understanding...occur?"
I was quiet for a long time, choosing my words carefully. "It's been a while," I confessed. "Truthfully, I think that understanding has reached its climax."
