I come with a groan, painting his taut stomach with my release. He grins up at me, head cocked to the side, curls askew and damp with sweat. I watch, entranced, as he swipes a finger through the cum on his stomach to bring it to his mouth. He sucks the cum off, then releases his finger with a loud smacking pop.
If my dick could rally, it would. I lean down and kiss him, swiping my tongue into his mouth to taste my release mixed with the taste of Eli. A small, happy moan escapes him and I swallow it down. I lean over to grab my T-shirt, but when I return to wipe Eli off, he shakes his head at me.
“I’m wearing it.”
A shocked laugh bursts out of me. “You can’t be serious. That’ll be so uncomfortable.”
“Fine,” Eli relents. “But leave a little on me and rub it in.”
I do as he asked. I wipe most of it off but leave a little, then gently rub it into his skin. He closes his eyes with a blissful smile on his face. I kiss him once more before tossing the shirt to thefloor. The mess will bother me but it’s worth it to lie beside Eli post-orgasm. He curls up in my arms, satiated and smelling like me, and I think that maybe this wasn’t the worst decision I’ve ever made. Actually, I think it’s pretty far from it.
He rubs his cheek against my chest like a cat, so I play with the curls on top of his head. It’s still early, the sun just now dipping below the horizon, but only a few moments go by before I hear Eli letting out soft snores. I lie awake for a while, just running my fingers through his hair, listening to the sweet sounds he makes in his sleep.
I’m going to figure Eli out if it’s the last thing I do. This week can be as much for him as it is for me. I’ll see to that.
Eli moving restlesslybeside me wakes me up from my own fitful sleep. Indecipherable mutters escape him while he twitches helplessly on the other side of the bed. The sun isn’t even up yet. I roll across the bed, sling an arm across his waist, and tug him against me.
He stills, mumbling something I still can’t understand, then snuggles back against me. I assume he’s gone back to sleep, but he proves me wrong.
“Sorry,” he mumbles softly.
“It’s fine,” I reassure him, rubbing my thumb against his hip. “I was sleeping badly myself. You okay?”
He hums dismissively. A moment goes by before he tugs my hand with his own, wrapping it around his chest. I bury my face in his messy curls and brush my lips against the sweaty nape of his neck. A shiver passes through him, so I pull him tight against me, seeking my own comfort in his still sleep-slack body.
“I’ve always talked in my sleep,” Eli explains, words still a little sleep slurred. “Since I was a kid. If it’ll bother you, then I can sleep in another bedroom.”
“No,” I whisper roughly against his neck. “We’ll sleep together this week.”
I’d missed having someone else in the bed with me. I don’t care if he talks in his sleep, walks in his sleep, or even elbows me nonstop… we will sleep in the same bed for the next few nights. I know it’ll be hard when I return home but I’ll deal with it then.
“Think you can fall back asleep or are you up?”
He lets out a jaw-cracking yawn. “Sadly I’m up. Once I wake up, I can’t go back to sleep. Unless I’m sick. Then I can nap or fall back asleep during the night.”
I chuckle against his neck. “Good to know.”
He stills in my arms. Just when I’m about to ask him what I’ve said, he rolls over to face me in the dark. Even with only the light of the moon in the bedroom, he’s a beautiful thing. His eyes are so big, like doe eyes. Big and searching me for answers I don’t know how to give.
“Well, if we’re both awake.” He cuddles up close to me, blinking those big eyes at me. I can’t help but let out a chuckle. His eyes narrow at me in agitation, and he goes to roll away, but I hold him tight, unwilling to let go.
“How about we talk instead.”
“Yes,” Eli drawls with an eye roll, “we’re husbands for the week to talk.”
“That’s what husbands do,” I tell him, landing a soft smack on his ass. “They talk. Husbands don’t just fuck all the time.”
“Fine,” Eli relents.
“Let’s talk about our limits.”
Eli grunts. “Sure. I have basically no limits. I mean I have soft limits, but you paid fifty thousand dollars for me, so for that price, there are no limits.”
“Well, we’re not doing golden showers or scat or blood play. Right off the bat.”
He blinks those big eyes at me again. “Fine. But just so you know, those are my favorite things, so this entire experience has soured for me.”
I let out a loud laugh and he grins wickedly back at me. “Touché.”
