What do I want?For him to be quiet.And to do more of what he was doing.
It was one thing being assertive and grabbing him earlier; it’s different to talk about sex while I’m having it.I’m in no way that comfortable being vulnerable.
“Do what you were doing.”I squirm more under him, hoping that will get him back on track.
“But that was not working for you like it was for me.What do you do when you are alone?”
He’s really going to make me be assertive Meera…again?During sex?This is becoming more effort than it’s worth.Ugh, that’s a lie.It is worth it.
“If I show you, will you keep doing what you were doing?”Showing will be better than telling.
“Yes,” he answers instantly.“Do you need more space?”He starts to retreat and I clamp my thighs around his torso.
“No.You can stay there.”I want him closer.It’ll be easier to do this if I can’t see his face, and the feel of his body is a nice distraction.
I slide my hand between us and start to play with my own clit.Leo leans up on his hands to watch, but I can see his face too clearly while doing something too private, so with my other hand I drag his head back down until he’s kissing me.
I get wetter, keeping up the movement until Leo starts moving again.
I didn’t think I would be able to get in the same headspace as when I masturbate, with the same lack of inhibitions, but I slowly start to relax and enjoy the pleasure as I touch myself.And feeling Leo inside me as I play with my clit is even better than when I’m alone, slowly causing a familiar tension in my body.
As the tension builds, Leo’s hand slips between us and he takes over for me, his fingers rubbing my clit the same way my own just were.Having him touch me, in the way that I’ve just shown him I like, gives me so much pleasure I moan into his shoulder, clawing at his back in case he thought about stopping.
“Are you getting close now?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.No tepid (and lying) “sure” this time.My entire body feels tight, like it’s strung on a bow.
“Good,” he growls against my lips.The word pushes me over the edge, throwing me into my first orgasm with another person.He follows me after a few more thrusts and then collapses next to me after a last kiss to my forehead.
Without any more words, thankfully, he gathers me in his arms.His breathing evens, letting me know he’s asleep.I guess he’s spending the night in my room.
It’s a good thing I like him.
CHAPTER28
“I’ve ruined you.”
This is a fun way to wake up.Especially since I’ve been ruined, in the sex-shamey sense of the word, since freshman year of college.I could also do without the regret in his voice.
I had what was the best sex of my life, and I don’t need it ruined with his regret.
“I think I need breakfast before we get into this.”Except let’s not get into it after, either.How about we get into it around 2025?I can explain the patriarchy to his headstone.I get out of bed naked, not really wanting to stick around if he’s going to be this depressing.
“We should get married?”
I freeze in the act of pulling my chemise over my head, blood running cold at the thought of making a permanent step to a life here.Which would be admitting I’m never going home.
Also, and this is a small but important side note, I don’t love that phrasing.Shouldis reserved for all sorts of things I don’t want to do, like Ishouldeat more vegetables.Ishouldexercise more.Ishouldgo to bed at a reasonable hour and not stare at my phone until I’ve lost all chance of getting my recommended sleep hours in.And then he makes it a question to boot, which is just insulting.
The bigger point is that I can’t marry him because I’m from the future.The petty reason is that I’m mad he isn’t more excited about the prospect of marriage to me.
He would be so lucky to be married to me.
The level of confusion needs to be buried under a full English breakfast.I don’t think that includes baked beans yet, which is a tragedy, but I think I can still get eggs and sausage out of this.They can keep the cold kippers.Oh, maybe he’ll have kedgeree.They’ll be spices in there I can relate to, even if the Brits do have their own take on the Indian dish.
Yes.I can think about food.It’s better than wanting to kick Leo right in his pale and shapely butt.Incidentally, the main body part I can see as he gets out of the bed and tries to find his clothes.
“I shall need to obtain a special license from the archbishop, but I believe I have enough pull and enough funds left to get it without much issue.”
