I want her.
I set her down on the countertop and I look at her gorgeous body for just a moment, and then I reach for her breasts. They’re soft and sweet, and I start playing with her nipples as we kiss. This makes her even more excited, and soon my own clothes start coming off. I kiss her as I strip out of my clothing, not caring that we’re still in the middle of the kitchen.
“Please,” she says again.
“Are you sure?” I whisper. I feel strange asking her for permission when she’s basically begging me, but I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable in any way. I don’t want her to feel like I’m pressuring her or forcing her. I don’t want her to feel anxious or wary or frustrated.
Most of all, I want this to feel as good for her as it does for me.
“Brendan, I’ve waited five years. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she says. Her voice comes out breathless and needy, and I don’t need to be told again. This time, I slide inside of her, filling her, and she groans when I do.
She’s so fucking tight and perfect, and I love the way she fits around me as I make love to her right in the middle of the damn kitchen. I slide into her over and over, worshipping her body with my own. My fingers find their way to her nipples and I tease her, taunting her, before slipping them down to her clit.
“More,” she groans, and I start rubbing against her, playing with her body until she comes apart beneath my touch. She groans, crying out as she orgasms, and damn if it’s not incredible. The sounds she makes are the most perfect sounds in the world and I come, too, just for her. I close my eyes as the pleasure washes over me. This is so not how I thought I’d be spending my day, but it’s the best fucking way I’ve ever started one.
When I catch my breath again, I look down at her to find that she’s watching me curiously, smiling. She looks up at me like she can’t believe what we just did. It was hot and fast and wild, and it was wonderful. It was very different from the way we used to make out for hours, kissing and cuddling and whispering together. This was hot, and it was quick, and I want more. I want to fuck her again already, and I want to take my time doing it. I want to explore every bit of her, and I want to make her feel like the goddess that she is.
“You were perfect,” I tell her.
“I need to tell you something,” she whispers. I tense for just a second, but I quickly realize that whatever she wants to tell me isn’t something bad. I can’t quite explain how I know. It’s just kind of obvious that her “confession” isn’t going to be something horrible.
“What is it?” I ask her gently, still feeling a little shocked that we just made love in the middle of my kitchen.
“I haven’t been with anyone since that night,” she blushes, biting her bottom lip. She looks away for a second before turning back to me and making eye contact.
She looks embarrassed, but I don’t know why she should. After all, the night in the cave was one of the most perfect nights of my life. Well, up until the getting dumped part. Before that, though, it was wonderful.
“I need to tell you something,” I say to her. Maybe I shouldn’t, but she totally put herself out there. The least I can do is return the favor.
“What is it?”
“I haven’t been with anyone else, either,” I admit. Her eyes widen, and her mouth opens just a little. Yeah, she wasn’t expecting me to say that. Maybe it’s nerdy. I don’t know that I was intentionally “saving myself” or anything like that, but, well, it’s Foxy we’re talking about. Nobody ever compared, and I didn’t want anyone else.
“What? Really?” She asks.
“Really and truly,” I say casually. Now I’m the one who is a little embarrassed. I know that I’m supposed to be this macho sort of guy who isn’t afraid to brag about my sexual conquests, but with her, I don’t want any conquests. I don’t want to be someone who plunders. I just want her.
Her and only her.
“Why not?”
I shrug, but the reality is that there are a lot of different answers. Part of me didn’t try that hard to find someone to sleep with. I didn’t date very much. The few times that I went out over the years, there was never a spark.
There’s another part of me that just knew nobody else could compare to her, so I kind of felt like I shouldn’t waste my time trying.
And if I’m honest, there was part of me, a strange part, that just never wanted to forget Foxy. I was always a little worried that if I slept with someone else, the memories we made together would slowly start to fade, and I never wanted that to happen.
“Because it was only you,” I tell her. “It was only ever you.”
I kiss her again, and this time, I promise myself I won’t let her go.
Not again.
Chapter 7
Foxy
After showering, another round of lovemaking, and then showering again, we manage to make it to the bakery. Lion’s Bakery is the best bakery in town. It’s got delicious treats like cupcakes, cookies, and even pies. You can buy things individually, too, which is cool. My coworkers love to buy pie by the slice. I look up at the sign on top of the building and smile. The logo has a chocolate chip cookie on it in place of the “o” in “lion.” It’s super cute, and I love it.