It felt like home.
A familiar tingling started in the base of my spine as I jackknifed up. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and if I was being honest, I was kind of proud of myself for holding out this long. But there was no way I was finishing on my own. If I was going over the edge, I was taking Kellie with me.
“I’m gonna…”
“Do it,” Kellie demanded as she started riding harder, circling her hips, bringing me closer and closer.
Pressing my thumb against her clit, Kellie’s eyes closed as she threw her head back. Meeting her thrust for thrust, it didn’t take long until we were both screaming each other’s names, and Kellie was collapsing on my heaving chest.
We laid there for a few moments, tangled in each other’s arms, hearts pounding and breathing strained. When she went to climb off me, I grabbed hold of her hips, keeping her where she was. I wasn’t ready to let go just yet, and if I was being honest, I knew I never would be.
“Jake,” Kellie whispered.
Pushing up, I kissed her this time softly and took my time, but my dick didn’t get the message. When it twitched, still buried inside her, I saw the wince cross her face, and I knew she had to be sore. Four or five orgasms must’ve worn her out, a fact that had me puffing out my chest proudly.
By the time I was finished with her, who was I kidding, I’d never be finished with Kellie, and this little roll in the sack just proved that. I helped her off before adjusting her in my arms until her head rested on my chest, her long, silky smooth legs tangled with mine.
“Are you going to let me go?” Kellie asked, and I could feel the smile tugging at her lips as she trailed her fingers up and down my chest.
“Never,” I answered honestly.
Strangely enough, that kept her quiet. As I ran my fingers along her spine and tangled them in her hair, the world outside ceased to exist. Nothing else mattered except the woman in my arms. I knew we had a lot to work through and figure out, but for right now, in this moment, none of it mattered.
It didn’t take long before Kellie drifted off to sleep in my arms. Looking at her, her lips were slightly parted as cute soft snores slipped out. Her long lashes rested on her cheeks, and I realized how much I loved this woman. She was it for me. If I’d had a doubt, looking at how beautiful she was in my arms sealed the deal. Now I just had to convince her that what we had was real. I knew she had her doubts, and I understood them, so I had my work cut out for me if I had any chance of convincing her, but it was worth it. Kellie was worth it.
Reluctantly, I slid out from under her, adjusting her on the pillow, and when my name fell from her sleepy lips, it took everything I had not to slide back in beside her. After covering her with a blanket, I snuck into the bathroom and closed the door.
Standing under the spray, I realized how different this shower was from all the other ones I had recently. It was the first time since Kellie had come crashing back into my life that I hadn’t stepped into the shower and taken my dick in my hand. I didn’t have to. I’d had the real thing, and my hand was no substitute.
After washing my hair and getting cleaned up, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist. Staring in the mirror, I glanced down at the razor sitting on the sink. I’d become lazy lately, letting my stubble grow out. Out here, no one cared if I was clean-shaven or not. Gladiator certainly didn’t, but there was a woman on the other side of the door. I let my thoughts trail away as I picked up the shaving foam and lathered up.
When I finished, I pushed open the bathroom door and froze. Across the hall I could see Kellie yanking her jeans up her legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to keep the panic from my voice.
“I’ve gotta go.”
“Kellie…”
“What, Jake?” she snapped, exasperated.
“Don’t do this,” I begged, not giving a shit how pathetic I sounded.
“I’m not doing anything,” she replied, dropping down on the end of the bed and picking up her runners, her laser focus set on the laces. “I didn’t come here for… for… for this.”
“What? You didn’t come here to fuck me?” I spat, unable to restrain the hurt.
Stomping her feet into her shoes, Kellie bent down and tied the laces before standing up and yanking the hair tie from her hair. I was mesmerized as she gathered the long strands up and pulled it together in one of those messy buns that women seemed obsessed with.
“I’m sorry, okay. I came here to talk to you, and we ended up…”
She couldn’t even say it. The way her cheeks turned pink made me feel a bit better. Not a whole lot but at least she wasn’t angry at me.
“I’d say I’m sorry for that, but we both know I’d be lying,” I offered, earning me a smile.
“Look. I have to go, but I could call you?” she proposed.
“You could. Or…”
