I look at him. He’s smug with no regrets.Prick.
His eyes stay on me, and suddenly I’m conscious of every flaw he could possibly see.
When was the last time I plucked my chin hairs?
Could he even see it from that angle?
I don’t want to find out. I sit up straight with my flesh hunger fed and thirst quenched. It’s time for him to leave now. “Right then, it’s been fun but?—”
I barely finished before he pulled me into his chest. Using his arms as a shield to keep me from getting away.
“Um…” it comes out muffled. “Can you let me go please?”
“But I wanna cuddle.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why?”
“Too intense.”
He laughs and it shakes me. “You forgot the bit where I had you in the air?”
I did not. In fact I’ll never forget it as I have never been lifted in any way during sex. I didn’t even know that was an option. “Yeah and?”
His arms tighten around me and my face is squished against him. “That was less intense than this?”
I find him…comforting. But in a very strange way.Ehhh.
“Well your muscles actually served a purpose then, now I feel like I’m laying with rocks.”
“I’m sure your cushioning can handle it.”
I jerk up and give him a death glance at the audacity to speak on my body. But he is completely unfazed.
“What? You can speak on my body but I can’t speak on yours?”
My mouth opens and closes and opens again. Nothing.
He chuckles and kisses my nose, pulling me in again.
“I hate you.”
“Mhm,” he hums as his fingers trace comforting lines into my back. “I hate you too, Jelly.”
My eyes get heavy. I feel… safe. Weightless. He smells so good I’m tempted to hold his body wash hostage in my bathroom so he only showers here.
Wait… this is too much.
“This is way too intimate, big man.”
“Well, Francine. Sex tends to be intimate from time to time.”
“Yeah well your time has run out. Let me go.”
He doesn’t.
“Now, Jabari.”
