I guess that’s not the case anymore.
I push her deep red hair out of my face and look down at the woman who is draped around me like she’s afraid I’m going somewhere. I’m not. For the first time in years, I am right where I want to be. Unable to stop myself, I drag my finger down her nose, tracing the small freckles dotting it. She crinkles her brows but doesn’t open her eyes, and I take the opportunity to admire her.
I wasn’t lying last night when I told her she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I thought so the day she walkedright past me on campus, and I still think it over a decade later. Seeing her last night, on her knees, staring up at me with my cock in her mouth… It was like a fucking dream come true, one I’ve had many times over the last few years.
It wasn’t just that or the sex, though. It was all the little things. Her sighs, her moans, the way she’s able to laugh even during an intimate moment like that. It was how soft she felt beneath me, the way she asked for what she wanted, and it was how she looked at me like she used to—like she loves me. It’s been so long since I saw that look in her eyes that I almost forgot what it felt like, and dammit, I want to feel it again.
I run my finger down her nose once more, that crinkle deepening and her lips twitching. I do it again and again until she begins to stir. Her eyes flutter open, and Percy goes scurrying away, hopping off the bed and trotting out of the room.
She blinks a few times, then rears her head back like she’s trying to get me to come into focus or figure out just where she is. I should feel bad for waking her up, but I don’t. Even though she’s scowling at me, I got exactly what I was looking for. There, in her sleepy gaze, is that look I’ve craved for so damn long—love. She never said the words back last night, but she didn’t need to. I could see it all along, just like I see it now.
“Was that Percy?”
I nod. “Sure was.”
“He’s doing better?”
“Didn’t meow all night.”
“Good,” she mumbles, closing her eyes again.
“Hi,” I say quietly, tapping the end of her nose. “Good morning.”
“Hmm,” she responds, and I laugh. She was never a morning person, and there’s comfort in knowing that hasn’t changed.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Like I had three orgasms.”
“And here I was thinking it was four.”
She opens her eyes again and blows an errant hair out of her face. “Sorry, loverboy, but not this time.”
I chuckle at the nickname she hasn’t called me since before we started dating, back when she was still trying to deny her feelings for me. I guess that hasn’t changed either, because she’s doing it even now, even though I can see it.
I let her have it. Maybe it’s for the best. Yes, we might have broken down walls last night, but there’s still so much we have to work through, and it’s probably best I don’t let myself get too attached until I know just where it is that we stand.
“Practice?” she asks, rolling away and stretching her arms above her head. The borrowed shirt she put on while I was in the bathroom rises with the movement, giving me a look at the very spot I was buried in last night.
She notices.
“Oh, oops. Sorry,” she says, tugging the material down and trying to cover herself back up.
“Don’t.” I still her hands. “Don’t be sorry, and don’t hide.”
She opens her mouth like she wants to argue, but she snaps it closed just as quickly and nods. I remember when we first started sleeping together, how she would always want to keep her shirt on or would cover up the second we were done. It always bothered me that she felt the need to do it. I wanted to see her—allof her—and that’s still the case today, just like I still want to touch her and kiss her and make her sigh my name.
I roll over on top of her, loving the little squeal and giggle that leaves her when I fit myself between her legs and press my nose into the crook of her neck.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a smile.
“I was thinking about kissing my wife. Is that okay?”
“Tempting, but I have morning breath.”
“Okay, and?” I press my lips to hers in a quick kiss. “Considering you were begging me to eat your pussy last night, I think we’re beyond worrying about morning breath at this point.”
She gasps. “I did not beg!”
