He smiles, almost like he’s proud of me, and swallows my cum happily. Licking his lips, he cups his hand around my neck, pulling me into a slow, passionate kiss.
***
I’m at a loss. As I lay here, sticky, bruised and completely blissed the fuck out, I realize how different my position was only a month ago compared to right now.
Brad was a dream. He was a figment of my imagination keeping me afloat while simultaneously bringing me under.
Now, he’s real. He’s factual, and he’s standing over me naked with his hand stretched out.
“Are you coming?” he asks, like he didn’t just strip me from all the power in my legs or anything.
“I can’t…move…”
“Let me clean you.” He smiles, grabbing onto my forearm. I let him pull me up and guide me down the hallway to the bathroom. Putting the baby monitor on the shower shelf, he turns the nozzle, feeling the warm water spray down.
His eyes rake my naked body, a satisfied smile plastered on his face.
“Please, drink your fill.” I smirk, opening my arms up like I’m a prize.
“I’ll never be full of you,” he sighs, walking over to me and looping his arm around my back to bring me in close.
“You promise?” I ask. I feel my cheeks growing hot, but Brad quickly kisses them.
“Iabsolutelypromise. That’s one thing you never have to wonder about,” he says softly.
Our eyes connect, making me swallow deeply. Does he really mean that? I sure hope so.
“Come here.” He tilts his head, and holds my hand as he steps into the tub. We’re in my bathroom, the one used for guests, so the tub in here is small for two people.
I obviously don’t mind though since being pressed against him is exactly where I want to be.
Hugging him tightly, he lets me rest my head on his chest as he runs his hands slowly up and down my back.
“Mmmm,” I moan. “That feels so nice.”
“Good,” he answers. I feel him reach out, and shortly after, suds collect along my shoulder and down my chest. He’s taking his time washing me, as if the water will never run cold.
“Why are you still working at the bar?” he asks, breaking the comfortable silence.
I take a deep breath in. I think he could probably guess. He’s not stupid. “I told you. Just trying to save money. You know, stand on my own two feet and all.” I hum, burying my face farther into his neck.
“You don’t have to do that. I’ve got you. Anything you need, I’ll give it to you.” He squeezes my shoulders.
My eyebrows pinch as I straighten up, meeting his eyes. “Why do you say things like that?”
“What do you mean?”
“What doyoumean?” I can’t help but ask back. I don’t want to pop this delicious, sweet bubble we’ve been in today, but I’ve gotta say it. “Last week, you told me to drop this. Drop what we have. And now, you say things likeyou’ve got me.What are you trying to sayexactly?”
I need to hear him say it. Say the words I desperately need to hear. Not just because I’m scared of losing him again. But also because I thinkhe’sscared of losing me too. He needs the confirmation just as badly as I do.
“Say what you want, and maybe we can work on it.Together. You once said that to me.” I remind him.
He opens his mouth, his eyes shift nervously between mine. I see the panic rising, the confusion bellowing underneath the surface.
“You know what I think?” I rest my chin on his shoulder.
“What?” He exhales deeply, rubbing his hands slowly up and down my back.
