But I think I need to torture him a little more.
I spread my napkin across my lap and pick up my fork. “I think I’ll stay for a while.”
He stares at me in disbelief for the rest of the evening until I finally take him home and make good on my promise.
He sleeps like the dead, his wrists slightly chaffed from being tied up, his cheeks flushed, and his hair rumpled from the rough way I took him. The way he begged, the way his cum coated his stomach. Not once, but three times.
God, I can’t get enough of him.
I’ve never had so much sex. Such gratifying, all-consuming sex.
It’s just something about him. He’s put a spell on me.
He rolls further on top of me as the sun pierces the blinds, reminding me it’s one less day I have with him.
The end looms near.
My hands massage his sore ass as he nuzzles into me further.
“Don’t stop,” he mutters, sounding sleepy.
“We’ve got to head out.”
He groans in dismay. “Not yet. Just a few more hours, then we can go.”
My hands run up his back, mapping each part of him, storing them in my mind to pull out later when I’m alone once again.
“Your aunt wants us there soon. I have to help with the pies.”
He leans up and stares down at me, those blue eyes hooded with sleep.
“Pies?”
“I happen to be great at making pie.”
He grins and presses a sloppy kiss against my mouth.
“You’re full of surprises. I’d be hard again if I weren’t so wrung out.”
“I bet, but there wouldn’t be time for that anyway. It’s time to get up.” Even though I say this, I continue to massage up and down his back, giving him no incentive to move. And after a few minutes, I canfeel him start to doze off.
We really do need to leave. I hate being late.
A trauma response, my therapist said.
I wet my lips slightly and then focus my mind back on Caleb, on what this week will mean for him.
“Your aunt told me the significance of this week.”
He tenses slightly, but I massage it away.
He melts into me once more. “I haven’t really thought about it, to be honest.”
“Will you promise to tell me how I can help? Will you let me be there for you?”
He presses a kiss to my neck, a long one, one that rests against my pulse like he’s feeling my heartbeat.
“Yeah.”
