They drift closed to the rhythmic pattern of him stroking my back, and though I try to make several mental notes about the talk we need to have in the morning just to make sure we’re both on the same page about this not meaning anything, nothing really sticks.
I wake to the scent of cinnamon bagel, which is one of my favorite smells in the world. When I check my phone there’s a message from Meredith and I open it immediately, smiling.
Meredith: I can’t wait for Saturday. My flight gets in at 6 so I’ll see you around 8
Oh shit, that’s this weekend. I guess there’s not much point worrying so hard about where Adam might think things are going. One way or another, he won’t be here much longer.
I don’t have the heart to kick him out before Saturday, though. Not unless he’s ready to go home, of course. Which doesn’t mean anything, I just don’t hate having him here as much as I did at first.
At that moment, he comes into the bedroom wearing only my filly apron that he must have dug out of a closet somewhere and holding a tray with coffee and a toasted bagel, and suddenly making him leave is the last thing on my mind. I sit up, forgetting for a moment that I’m still naked and thus giving him an uninhibited view of my tits. I’m expecting a stupid joke or a lewd stare, but though he looks appreciatively, he comes forward and places the tray carefully beside the bed like that’s more important.
Okaaaaay.
What has happened to my ex-boyfriend? This guy is not him. Maybe dying gives you a reset of your personality as well.
He straightens. “Eat so I can have my breakfast.” The pointed look he shoots at my lap tells me everything I need to know about what he means by that, and bloomin’ heck! My pussy gives a traitorous little squeeze. I open my mouth to tell him not a chance, but what’s the harm? There are only three days left before my sister arrives and Adam moves back home. That’s hardly time to get confused feelings or cross any lines, right?
We can just have meaningless sex.
Yeah sure, Jen. I don’t even believe myself, but my pussy is firmly on the forgive Adam and have lots of make-up sex train. I can’t stop myself from squirming a little, desperate for touch. Sensation. Relief.
Adam lingers for a moment longer, watching me, and boy am I tempted to push aside the tray and the duvet and just let him eat me right now.
Then he seems to shake himself out of it. “Eat. I’m gonna take a shower.”
He looks like he wants to say more, but he turns and walks through my room to the ensuite, and a moment later I hear the sound of the water running. He doesn’t close the door, and yeah I shift a little to the side so I can catch a glimpse of his tight butt through the shower screen. Can you blame me?
Shaking my head, I refocus my attention on my breakfast. I need to stop mooning over Adam and find another date with a guy that could actually represent my future. That’s what I should be doing.
Instead I finish the bagel and lick the melted cream cheese from my fingers all while watching the soap run down his smooth behind.
He emerges from the shower soon after that, towelling off while facing me as if challenging me to look. Each swipe of the towel seems to say, ‘yeah you like this? You want some?’.
His cock swells a little, thickening as he takes a step toward me. His movements are casual. I have plenty of time to decide how to react or to shut this down if I want to.
I toss aside the duvet. Underneath I’m completely naked.
Adam’s gaze roves over my body, and his expression takes on that half dazed quality I love when he looks at me.
I stop questioning it. I spread my legs wide, pushing a finger through my labia, and yeah, I’m wet. My fingers glide easily over sensitive flesh still smooth from shaving yesterday.
“Should I shower first though?”
Adam comes to the edge of the bed and takes hold of my legs, yanking me toward him. “Are you kidding me? Does a fat kid like cake? Yeah I want to eat it. You know it only tastes better when you haven’t showered for a while.”
I gasp and it turns to laughter as he lowers his head and takes a long sniff, letting out a low growl. “Fucking delicious.”
I give him a little push, though I’m still laughing. “You know you can’t say shit like that, right? It’s kinda awful.”
He looks up confused. “What? About your pussy being delicious?” He takes a long slow lick and then looks back up at me with a grin. “It is.”
I have to suppress a moan so he’ll take me seriously because just that one lick has me wanting to spread my legs as wide as they’ll go and rub myself shamelessly against his face. “No, that fat kid joke. Don’t body shame people. Especially kids.”
He rolls his eyes, “Fine, but just for the record, I’m not shaming anyone because I don’t see any fat kids around here, do you?”
“Adam.” My tone is a warning.
His expression turns serious. “OK, yeah. I get it. I’m trying to be less of an asshole. I know I could use a few pointers.”
