It was closer than I’d gotten to someone in years, and that should have scared me into leaving—but I was no longer thinking with my head.
She trembled, and I backed off a little, my restraint tested enough. Gwen rolled on the condom, guiding it down my thick length.
I lifted her, entering in one fluid motion. She leaned back, her wet hair spilling over her shoulders.
She felt a little swollen, so I moved gently, taking my time, watching her face to make sure I wasn’t hurting her. Her eyes were dark with desire, and she grew wetter with each thrust.
I licked my fingers and played with her clit. Gwen dropped her head back and moaned softly, and sensing that she was close, I picked up the pace a little. Her legs trembled as she came.
Spurred on by her orgasm, I fucked her harder. My hips jutted forward with powerful strokes as I sought to bury myself in her. My balls tightened, the pressure building as I slammed my hips forward once more.
The last thrust did it for her again too, and she moaned before letting out a pained yelp.
I pulled out quickly, concern etching my face. “Fuck, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just a leg cramp.” She laughed, rubbing at her calf. I took over, working the muscle with my hands. A few moments later, she let out a sigh of relief, and I felt the muscle release. “Thanks,” she said, appreciatively. “For the coitus and the massage.”
“Any time.” I winked, peeling the condom off and tossing it in the trash before offering her my hand. She took it and slid off the bathroom counter. She leaned forward to pick her towel up, wrapping it around her body. When she straightened, she gripped the counter, and it slipped forward.
“Shit,” she said, her brow furrowing as she wiggled it again. We’d managed to loosen the counter from the wall.
“I’ll fix it,” I offered sheepishly.
“You don’t have to,” she said quickly. “My landlord can do it. It’s his job, after all…” Lost in thought, she worried her bottom lip.
“It’s not a big deal. I have all the stuff to do it at my place.” I scooped my jeans off the floor and straightened. “I’ll bring them next time you text me begging for my cock,” I added with a smirk.
She laughed. “All right, fine. Whatever.”
“Whatever?” I prodded teasingly.
“I’m tired, and my brain doesn’t exactly work during this time of post-orgasmic bliss. If you want to fix my counter, who am I to stop you?” She shrugged, leaving the bathroom and heading for her room.
My socks were on the floor in front of her nightstand, so I followed her in. She was pulling on a pair of sleep shorts. I reached for the socks, jumping back when a gray paw shot out and swiped at my hand.
Gwen’s cat had hidden under the bed and didn’t seem impressed with my close proximity to him. He let out a low hiss. “Dahmer, don’t be a dick,” Gwen ordered, her lips twitching with a bemused smile.
I reached again, managing to get them without the cat trying to scratch me, but he continued his low growling until I backed away.
Gwen walked me to the door, pausing to pick up my shirt and toss it to me.
I caught it, pulling it over my head. I put my boots on and stood, watching while she opened the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe.” She smiled.
“Maybe,” I repeated, the corner of my lip tugging into a half-smile as I moved past her. I hesitated, my hands twitching at my sides with the urge to touch her. I resisted. I nodded, forcing my legs to move forward.
I didn’t let myself look back, either. Not even when I heard the soft click of her door closing.
14
Defined…Sorta
Gwen
Ihad a difficult time getting up for work Monday morning after I’d spent half the night tossing and turning, pressing a finger to my lips every so often as I relived every kiss, every sigh. It hadn’t made for a restful night.
And I hated myself for it, for already catching feelings, but really…hewas to blame. He wasn’t supposed to be this…perfect. He was everything I never knew I wanted, and he made me feel things so intensely.
As much as I tried to fool myself into thinking that there was something in his gaze, in his touch, I knew these feelings were likely one-sided. My blessing and my curse was an active imagination, and I was well aware of my tendency to get ahead of myself.
