18
Derrick
I've never experienced anything like that. I washed up in the bathroom quickly so Audra could take her time.
I've ordered the pizza and breadsticks per Audra's insistence—garlic or not, she's eating breadsticks. The woman makes me laugh. She makes me smile. She keeps me on my toes. She fucking makes me happy.
I'm pretty sure this is what love feels like. I've never felt it before. Not even when I dated Gabby Hayes in eleventh grade for four months. I guess that's why it was so easy to dump her when another girl showed interest.
I don't think I could ever dump Audra. After what we just experienced together, I think she owns a piece of me. Hell, she probably did before that. I'm just too ignorant to love to know.
"Wine, beer, or something else?" I call out.
"Beer!" she answers.
"My kinda gal," I mutter beneath my breath. As if I didn't know that before. I grab two out of the fridge and take the caps off the glass bottles. I take a swig as I look out the glass windows in the kitchen and take in the garden. The service is doing a damn good job out there.
My mind drifts to Audra and how she writhed beneath me, breathed out my name like a prayer. How her back arched, her full breasts pressed against my chest, exposing her throat for me to kiss, suck, and bite. She likes the biting.
Shit. I'm getting hard just thinking about it.
"Patience, man. It's about more than that," I try to remind my dick, but he isn't listening. He found paradise and he wants to live there twenty-four/seven.
I never knew sex could feel like that. It was like a full-body experience—including my mind and my heart, not just my dick.
I hear her feet as she pads her way into the kitchen. I turn and smile.
"You not only look good in my bed, you look damn good in my shirt."
"Yeah?" she questions.
"Oh yeah. I didn't get to tell you that last time," I admit.
"I don't think I'd have taken it too kindly. We were in a different place then," she tells me.
"It was a week ago."
"A lot can happen in a week."
I chuckle and wrap an arm around her, pulling her to me. "That's the truth."
She takes my beer and I don't mind. I lead her over to where the other is sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen and take that one.
"Pizza should be here any minute," I inform her.
"Good. I'm hungry." She takes a long pull from her beer. "And, apparently, thirsty. I'm going to grab a water and drink that first. Is that okay?"
She's already opened the refrigerator door and untwisting the top when she looks up at me, waiting for an answer.
"You don't have to ask. Ever. Just take what you want."
"Hmm," she says as she chugs the water. She really was thirsty.
"Maybe I should drink some water, too. Keep hydrated."
She hands me a bottle when she walks back over. "Are you opposed to eating pizza in bed?"
I smirk. "Not at all. I plan to eat you in bed after the pizza."
