“Getting impatient for more, are you?” She sat back and unfastened my jeans, pushing her hand past the waistband and into my underwear.
“Francesca, I haven’t done this?—”
“Shh! Just relax,” she said, wriggling her fingers under the thin cotton.
I gasped as she dipped into me.
Of course I’d touched myself there, and over the last few months it had always been while thinking of her. But now here she was, inside me, taking everything I had to give.
I lay mesmerised and panting, her dark eyes urging and curling fingers coaxing, until I crested and came — hot, flustered, and a bit embarrassed that it had happened so fast.
She sat back and licked my wetness from her hand, staring into my eyes as her tongue flicked between her fingers. She settled down next to me, my arm under her head and her arm around my naked midriff.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
She responded by kissing my cheek and nuzzling into me. “No, but this is nice. Will you stay?”
“Yeah, of course.” There was nowhere else I’d rather be. I kissed the top of her head. My nipples stood to attention in the cool December air as I lay grinning at the ceiling, listening to the soft rise and fall of Francesca’s sleeping breath.
What felt like only a few hours later, light yawned into the room through the thin curtains. My eyes shuttered open, and my heart thumped at the warmth of Francesca still sleeping next to me in the narrow bed. At some point she’d pulled the duvet up over both of us and turned away from me. In the stark, sober daylight, nerves twisted my stomach as I thought about last night. I didn’t regret it; it had been the best thing that had ever happened to me.But would she regret it?
Francesca stirred and pulled the duvet over her head. “Keep it down, will you? I can hear you over-thinking from here.”
I laughed. “How on earth can you hear me thinking?”
She twisted around to face me. My God, she even looked gorgeous with mussed bed hair. I imagined mine, on the other hand, would look like I’d lost a fight with a gorilla.
“You breathe loudly through your nostrils when you’re thinking too hard.” Her mouth split into a wicked grin.
“I do not breathe loudly through my nostrils.”
“Yes, you do.” She reached over and squeezed my nose. Laughter erupted between us, quickly dissipating myworries. Her hand dropped to my bare chest where she traced lazy circles over my nipple.
“What we did last night… have you… done that before?”
Francesca puffed out a small laugh. “Couldn’t you tell?”
“Well, yeah… you seemed to know what you were doing.”
“Let’s just say I know how to make you feel good, and next time you’ll know how to make me feel good, or at least you’ll have an idea where to start.”
I grinned stupidly. “Next time?”
“You’re going to have to return the favour, of course.” She leaned in and captured my lips. I was self-conscious about my morning breath, but she didn’t seem to mind. The faint taste of me lingered on her lips and stirred my arousal again. I dared to let my own hand wander, moving it slowly under her oversized T-shirt, feeling my way over her skin, which was as smooth and soft as I’d imagined it would be. I paused when I reached the curve of her breast.
“May I?” I whispered.
“I insist,” she purred. I slid my hand up, gently cupping the fullness of her, and she deepened our kiss. The alarm clock on her bedside table interrupted, chirping until Francesca reached over me and knocked it onto the floor. The alarm wheezed a final chirp as the batteries popped out.
“What time is it?”
“Eight,” she said.
“Shit. I need to leave in an hour. I haven’t finished packing, and I should probably take a shower.” I jumped up and scrambled for my bra and sweatshirt. “You probably need to pack too.” I glanced around at the mess.
Francesca groaned her dissatisfaction and flopped back, sprawling into the space I’d vacated.
“I’m sorry I have to go...” And I truly was. If I had my way, I’d never leave this room. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
