“I’m glad you got a booth and not a table,” she said, snuggling into my arm.
“Me too,” I said. “I need to apologize for our fight.”
“No, I need to. I get why you did what you did. Thank you for protecting me.”
“Always,” I said, my heart leaping into my chest. “Absolutely always.”
I wanted to tell her that I loved her. I wanted to tell her that my heart was hers for the rest of my life. But I didn’t want to scare her. It was so much to drop on someone, and she could just run off when we got back home. She could shut me out again. I just wished I knew how she felt about me too.
I avoided alcohol because of the drive I had left, so she did the same. Instead, we sipped sodas and giggled and ate and had fun until it was time to go. On the drive home, she dozed on my arm, waking up just in time to pull into my place. I had gone there on autopilot, and she looked at me quizzically when I didn’t turn the truck off.
“I forgot I picked you up at your place,” I said. “I’ll drive you home.”
“No, it’s okay. Let’s go inside.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
She nodded, smiling as she opened the door.
“Come on,” she said.
I followed her and unlocked the door. As soon as she was inside, she slipped into the restroom, and I had visions of her in my T-shirt from that time before in my head. Hopefully, I sat on the bed, waiting for her, flipping the television on and putting on a show with the volume low.
When the door opened, my jaw dropped as it had before, but it wasn’t because she was wearing my thin T-shirt. She was wearing black, silky panties and a black bra, her eyes burning with intention and a grin on her face.
“Oh wow,” I said as she made her way to the bed.
“I hoped we would end up here,” she said, taking the remote out of my hand. “We don’t need this, though.”
She clicked the remote. The television turned off, and I laughed. As the sound came from my lips, she cut it off with her own, crushing into mine. Quickly, she worked my belt open, and I scooted so my pants fell down to my ankles. Fingers yanked at my waistband, and my boxers came down with them, my cock springing out.
Lauren dropped to her knees and took me hungrily into her mouth, and I groaned heavily. She bobbed up and down on me, moaning as she wetted me and readied me for her. One hand slid down to gently squeeze my balls and the other down between her thighs. Her eyes locked onto mine as she moved the fabric aside and swirled her finger through her own folds, pleasuring herself as she sucked me.
I stood, reaching down for her and pulling her up. Our lips crushed into each other again as I shoved everything off the nightstand beside the bed, sending the ancient digital alarm clock and the tiny lamp to the floor. She gasped as I turned her, picking up one leg and resting the knee on the now empty nightstand. Her hips pressed back to open herself to me, and I readied myself behind her.
I plunged into her, and she cried out, one hand gripping the table and the other slamming into the wall behind it. I held her there by her hips, letting her adjust to me as her toes curled and her legs shook. Then, rocking back, I slammed into her again, beginning a heavy, intense pace.
We tumbled from there to the bed and exchanged positions over the next hour, sweat pouring from our bodies from exertion and mixing with the fluids of our passion. Her eyes rolled back as she came again and again, and finally, I pressed her against the wall, back first.
I was on my knees on the bed, my body buried between her thighs with my cock deep inside her. Her breast was in my mouth, my tongue swirling over her nipple as her fingernails dug into my back. My hips rocked back and forth, pressing into her with desperation as I neared a climax. I raised my lips to hers and kissed her hard as I increased my speed and a roar bubbled up from my chest.
“Yes, yes,” she cried as I exploded into her, and her thighs squeezed around my hips. I shouted out in ecstasy as I emptied into her and then collapsed, pulling her down on top of me. Gently, I kissed her again as we faded in our exhaustion into a deep and dreamless sleep.
26
LAUREN
I woke up to my stomach churning. It felt like it was going to turn itself inside out, and I was afraid to move much because I didn’t want to make it any worse. Groaning, I pulled the pillow over my head and willed the sick feeling to go away.