#17
"Então pode me lamber, me enrolar, me apertar. Pode me acender, eu vou te fazer lembrar que a gente não deu tão errado assim” Jão
Iwake up feeling pleasant caresses on my hair, calmly open my eyes, and receive a broad smile in return. No, I'm not dreaming, and my body remembers every detail of last night.
“You look beautiful even when you're asleep,” Kelsey whispered, her voice even more husky than usual.
“Good morning, Kels. Am I?” I move closer to her and feel her lips on my neck. We are interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing. “Hmmmmm, I need to answer that.”
“I'll get it,” she offered. She lets go of me, and I bite my lip as I watch her walk away. She’s wearing nothing but black boxer shorts, her back a map of perfectly sculpted muscle.
She returns with my phone and hands it over. As I sit up to take the call, I watch her quietly order coffee for the room.
It’s the head of the Democratic Party, asking for a meeting after lunch in one of the conference rooms. I rest my hand on my forehead, pushing my hair back, trying to shift into my professional persona.
Kelsey settles behind me, pulling my back against her chest and pressing soft kisses between my shoulder blades. It’s nearly impossible to focus on politics when she’s doing that.
I turn off the screen and rest my hands over hers, which are now locked around my waist. “Okay, let’s do this.”
“Important call?” she asked. I nod without elaborating. “I might have to leave for New Delhi tomorrow.”
“Already? I thought you were staying longer...” I remarked, glancing at the clock. It’s 8:00 AM. I’m in bed with an incredible woman who is about to fly to the other side of the world.
She hums in agreement against the curve of my neck. “Will I see you again?”
“Of course you will. I just have some export logistics to hammer out. When do you head to DC?”
“I need to be there by the 26th. I’m going to visit my mother at her nursing home nearby first. The court goes back into session at the start of the year, so it’s time to get organized.”
She nods, kissing my shoulder before reaching for her phone on the nightstand and handing it to me. “Megan... what do you want us to be?”
I shrug at the question, leaning back into her embrace. “Give me your terms, Kels,” I suggested.
“I changed your name in my phone to Kitty,” she whispered with a soft laugh, her lips brushing my neck. “I can’t promise to be exclusive, and I won’t ask that of you, either.”
“A relationship doesn't even fit into my life right now, Kels,” I replied. She nods, shifting her body so I’m forced to look directly into her eyes.
“Look at the lives we lead. You’re constantly traveling, and I basically live in a courtroom. You’re acting like one of those lesbians who starts planning a wedding after the first date.”
“Exactly,” she said with a smirk. “And I don't regret it for a second. But I do want to ask you something.”
I arch an eyebrow, watching her sleepy green eyes lock onto mine. I gesture for her to continue.
“I want to see you more often. And whenever it's possible... I want you all to myself. Last night was incredible.”
“It was different,” I confessed. “I’ve never let anyone put their hands on my throat like that before.” She lets out a loud, genuine laugh and gives me a long, lingering peck.
“I didn't strangle you, Kitty. That’s breath play, asphyxiation. Honestly, I was surprised when you were the one who guided my hand to your neck. I’ll confess, I thought you’d be more demure.”
“And when exactly did you realize I’m not?” I asked.
She runs her hand over my face, gently tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. “Maybe when you took me outof the restaurant before the main course, offering yourself as dessert.”
I roll my eyes and give her a peck on the lips. I hear a noise at the door to the anteroom and she points to the bathroom.
“Or when you looked at me so lustfully in the bathroom at the party dinner,” she whispered, her lips touching my neck and making me feel wet again. “Or when I masturbated you at the gym...”
I lightly scratch her neck and she laughs softly. “I'm going to take a quick shower so we can have breakfast. Wait for me.”
