There’s something about being naked with another person that you just can’t explain. It’s so vulnerable. So raw. So real.
But at the same time, there’s nothing more freeing than being stripped bare with the person you love. Somehow the vulnerability becomes comfort. A kind of security you’d never feel if you hadn’t just had sex all over the living room.
And when I say all over…
I mean all over.
The couch. The ottoman. Bent over the chair. The floor.
It was incredible.
Now we’re lying on the big sherpa rug, wrapped in blankets in front of the fireplace, the heat warm against my cheek.
Rain pounds against the patio, and the occasional crack of thunder followed by a flash of lightning makes this the most perfect afternoon.
I push up onto an elbow. “What do you want to do tomorrow?” I lean in, kissing him. “Should we see if Megan and Kevin wanna grab brunch?”
“Mmm,” he hums against my lips. “That’d be fun. But I forgot to tell you my mom texted me. She invited us to Mass tomorrow. I don’twant to go, but I haven’t gone with her in months. Kinda feel bad. I told her I’d talk to you. She wants?—”
I cut him off, pulling back. “No,” I say before he can finish.
He lifts both brows.
“Sorry,” I add quickly. “But I’m not going to Mass with your mom. She hates me. And to be honest, I feel the same way about her.”
He laughs softly. “She hates everybody.”
“Matt…”
“I’m joking.”
I give him a pointed stare. No way in hell I’m budging on this.
“You really won’t go with me? You dislike my mom that much?”
He doesn’t even seem upset, just mildly curious, like he gets why someone wouldn’t like his mom.
“Yeah… but this is more about me.” I lean closer. “I’m trying this new thing where I tell peopleno, because my husband told me to start doing things that make me happy. And I don’t want to go to Mass with your mother. That doesn’t make me happy.”
The corner of his lips ticks up. “Atta girl,” he says, like he’s genuinely proud of me. “That’s fine if you don’t want to go. I’m going to though, if that’s okay.”
“Of course it is. If that’s what you want to do.”
“Well, it’s not what I want to do. I hate Mass. But it would be nice to see my mom. Take her to lunch after.” His hand grips my hip. “She doesn’t hate you. Why do you think that?”
I hesitate.
He really doesn’t know, then.
All this time, I thought maybe his mom would have said something, blamed me loudly for all the bad shit that happened to him. But of course, she only told me. She likes to come off as the hero to Matt.
I bring my lips back to his, kissing him softly. “Let’s forget about your mom,” I whisper, sweeping my tongue across his lips and reaching for his cock. I run my fingers down the length of him, then glide them gently across his balls.
He exhales. “Fuck, babe.”
He groans into my mouth, cups the back of my neck and pulls me in deeper.
Just when I think we’ve moved on, he shifts, rolls me onto my back, and breaks our kiss.
