“Jae,” I am gasping for air against all I can stand. “I don’t think I can come twice.”
“Yes, you can,” he tells me, and I am a willing participant.I can.
He thrusts boldly and I start to feel his body quake atop me. I reach my arms around his back, digging my fingernails into his skin.
“Oh, love” His voice is fragile and little in his big body. He gives one more heave and I feel him shake inside me and out. He puts a hot and heavy-handed kiss to my chin, missing my lips. His apology comes out breathless and as he lifts off of me, I tell him there’s nothing to apologize for.
“You are something else, Jae.”
“So are you.”
He stands, completely naked before me, taking off the condom. As he turns around to throw it out in the bathroom, I can’t help but stare at his ass as he goes.So fine.
“Let me go change.” He plops a wet kiss to my forehead.
“You brought clothes?” I ask him, laying naked in my own bed. ?
“I did. They’re in the entry.” He gives me a grin, and I am in over my head.
Jae and I dress and sit side by side on my bed. He tousles my hair playfully and kisses my cheek.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I tell him. My voice is more serious than I’m feeling.
“I would have done that to you the day we met if you’d let me.”
“iOh, please.” I turn my body to face him again. “I was such an asshole that day.”
“It made me like you even more,” he tells me. “
“I acted like it was the end of the world.”
“I just wanted to see you again.”
“You can see me every day,” I tell him, laying down to put my head in his lap.
“For that, I am so grateful,” is the last thing I remember him saying before falling asleep.
When I wake up, I am exhausted again already. Jae is a generous lover, and he proved it to me over and over last night. He’s cradled in the crook of my arm, his eyes sleepy and still drooping heavily despite the light streaming through my open curtain.
I look at Jae’s sleeping face. He looks so peaceful and almost baby-like with his eyes closed, biting down on his lip. I want tocoo and cradle him like a baby. It’s almost seven o’clock and I pray that Lily can forgive me. Jae barely stirs when I move my arm out from underneath him.
I walk Lily to her favorite spot around the corner of the building and make her a scrambled egg for breakfast. When I return, dolled up in my pink bathrobe, Jae is fully awake, and his arms are outstretched, waiting for me as I open the door.
Pleased to have altered my morning routine, he beckons me into his arms.
“How’d you sleep, sleepyhead?” I ask.
“That bathrobe again,” is his answer.
“It’s my comfort robe,” I inform him. “Do you want to eat breakfast here?”
“Are you cooking?”
“That was the plan.”
“I’ll cook for you.” Jae sits up, moderately bedraggled. His shirt and pants are now draped over the end of my bed frame after some late-nightactivity. He pulls his arms through his shirt but skips putting his pants back on and follows me into the kitchen, Lily on his heels.
I pray he doesn’t drip oil on himself as he cracks open three eggs into a frying pan. That ass is a fire hazard.
