“Sorry, that was so fast.” She covers her face with her hands. “It’s, uh, been a while.”
I roll the condom over myself and pull her hands from her face. “You never have to apologize to me. Especially about this.”
“Okay.” She glances around the room before her eyes meet mine. “Can I be on top?”
I’m not sure I’ve ever talked this much while having sex, but I want Callie to be comfortable. The fact she’s asking instead of demanding the way she did when she dragged me into the room worries me. Did her ex not give her any say in the bedroom? Now isn’t the time to ask.
“If that’s what you want. You never need ask. Tell me what you want, and I’ll gladly do it.”
“Okay.”
She waits for me to get on the bed before climbing over me. I sweep her hair to the side. I want to see her. I pull her down to me, kissing her so she doesn’t feel so awkward. If it’s been a while, she may feel out of her element. I don’t want her to overthink this.
Her body loosens up, and she’s grinding against me. One hand is on the headboard, and the other moves to grab my cock. She pumps it once, twice, three times before lifting and sliding over me.
“Fuck, Callie,” I whisper against her lips. I feel her smile before she deepens the kiss and rides me with confidence. Damn, she feels good. Too good. There’s no way in hell I’m ever going to give this up.
I slide my fingers into her hair, with one hand, gripping the strands between my fingers. For a second I worry it’s the wrong thing to do, but she moans into my mouth and I know she likes it. My other hand slides to her hip. I need her to slow down. If not, I won’t last much longer.
She grinds into me harder before breaking the kiss and sitting up as she tightens around me. There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to hold back. I move my other hand to hip and pump into her as she finds her release before I follow along after her.
Her breath is short as she bends down to lie on my chest. “That was…thank you.”
“Did you just thank me for sex?” I chuckle.
“You have no idea how much I needed that.” I can feel her lips turn up in a smile against my skin.
“Same.” It’s the only thing I can think to say. I’m too chicken shit to tell her it’s been a while for me, too. Dating has been on the back burner since I work all the damn time.
“Happy to know it’s not just me.” She rolls to the side of the bed. “I should probably take a shower before Lexi gets home.”
“Do you need help?”
She swats my chest with her hand. “If you help, I’m not sure we’ll be quick.”
“Fine.” I pout. “I guess I’ll get dressed and clean up our dinner mess.”
“I’ll help with the dishes as soon as I’m out.”
“You don’t have to do that. Tonight is supposed to be all about you.”
“I want to.” She leans over and gives me a quick kiss before rolling off the bed. It’s nice seeing her so carefree. I don’t think she’s been this light-hearted since she moved back. Maybe it means she’s finally feeling secure in her life. A small part of me hopes I’m helping with it.
“I’m gonna run to the restroom real quick while you get your stuff together.”
“Take your time.”
I’m loath to get out of my bed. I’ve missed it in the last week. But if I don’t get up now, there’s a good chance I’ll fall asleep, and there’s no way she’ll be able to convince me to move.
I take a few minutes to dispose of the condom and clean up before going back to my room. As soon as the bathroom is free, a towel-wrapped Callie heads for it. It takes only a couple of minutes for me to throw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
While Callie’s in the shower, I straighten up the bed. I noticed the bed is always made as soon as she leaves the room. The bed only gets made when I have people coming over. It’s never high on my priority list.
Next up are the clothes. I put my dirty clothes in the hamper in my closet and move Callie’s to the small pile she has on the floor. After work tomorrow, I’ll get something for her dirty clothes.
I hear the bathroom door open as I finish cleaning my room, and Callie’s walking in with wet hair.
“Cute jammies.” I nod at her pink pajama set covered in hearts.
