The raw need in his eyes tells me everything I need to know before he even says a word. "I'll stay."
"Don't expect me to cook you breakfast, Nicholas."
"I'll handle that." He cups my cheek in his hand. "I'll take care of you tonight and tomorrow morning too."
I reachbetween us and grab his cock, cradling it in my palm. It's semi-hard which is surprising. I went to take a shower, unsure of whether his plan was to fuck or not. His night has been emotional and when he yawned twice on the way back to myapartment, I resigned myself to the fact that he may want to hold me and take comfort in my presence. I didn't assume that we'd make love, but now, I'm not so sure.
"You fell asleep," I whisper against his whisker covered jaw. "You were snoring when I came back in from the shower."
"Bullshit," he growls. "I don't snore."
"Next time I'll record it on my phone."
"You would do that to me, wouldn't you?" His hands find my ass, tugging me closer to his nude body.
"I liked watching you sleep."
"Why?" He inhales deeply. "You smell good. Is that soap or you?"
"Both." I nuzzle closer still. "You look peaceful when you sleep. It's like all those characters that run around in your mind all day have left."
"You think I have characters running around in my mind?"
I push his hardening cock against my bare core. "I see it behind your eyes. You're always plotting. Your mind never shuts down."
"It can't." He circles his hips. "I have too many stories to tell."
"Tell me a story now." I move my legs to gain better access, rubbing his erection against my clit.
"Once upon a time, there was a woman…"
I inch closer still, taking what I can from him. "Keep talking."
"Keep doing what you're doing." He groans deeply. "Can you get off like this?"
I murmur a sound that I'm sure sounds like ayesto him.
"Once upon a time this very good-looking guy with a huge cock met a woman on the subway."
"So this isn't about you?" I throw my head back, enjoying the sensation of the approaching orgasm.
"It's about me." He presses his lips to my neck. "The woman he met was beautiful, smart and he wanted her the second he saw her."
"So he wrote out an invitation to lunch in his own book," I continue even though I'm losing focus on anything but what I'm doing to myself with his cock. "It was a weak move."
"She secretly liked how ballsy he was."
"No, she didn't," I whimper.
He reaches down to grab his cock, his hand circling mine. "She did. She wanted him from the start. She knew he was different. She knew he was the one."
"The one?" I arch my back as the orgasm inches up on me. "What one?"
His hand grabs my ass, tugging me closer still until my clit is pressed so tightly against the side of his cock that I hit the cliff and tumble over.
"The one who loves her." His words weave into my moan as we both grasp for breath.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
