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“You sure? I can use my mouth again? We can try something different?”
“I just want to feel you.” I shake my head because it’s true. I don’t care about me right now. What I want is seeing Quentin come apart while he’s inside me. Knowing it was because of me. For me.
“Okay,” he agrees reluctantly.
It doesn’t take much longer and I can feel his body shudder. A low moan rolls out of him and there’s deep intake of breath. He pulls out of me another moment later and I feel a little pang at the loss of him.
“You okay?” His eyes open and he studies me. Something there on his face I can’t quite read. His fingers play with my hair and I kiss his palm.
“I’m good. Are you good?”
He kisses me softly without answering, so tender it almost feels like he wants to be sure I know how much he cares about me. That this is more than just sex for him. I kiss him back for a few moments and then he lets me go, catching my breath and letting my mind come down from the high of all this. He rolls to the side and then sits up.
“Let me take care of the condom.”
He gets up again, disappearing into the shadows on the far side of the room while I slip my panties and a tee back on. I don’t know what women he fucks normally do at this point. Probably slink back to their dorm rooms or head back out to whatever party they’re at. I think I need a minute to myself before I do or say anything stupid so I grab my jeans and start putting them on.
When he comes back he looks at me with a question before he starts to dress too.
“I’m just going to run to the bathroom.” I explain.
“Okay.” He nods but he watches me out of the corner of his eye.
When I get backto the bedroom a few minutes later, he’s lying on the bed waiting for me. His eyes jump to mine as soon as I walk in the room and start to get undressed for bed.
“I don’t know how this part goes.” I shrug, giving him a nervous smile.
“It goes however you need it to go. You want to come sit here with me for a minute?”
I walk over and slide into the bunk bed next to him, staring at the slats under the bed above us.
“You don’t have to give me a pep talk or anything. I’m good. A little sore but good.”
“Are you sure? If you want to talk, we can.”
“I don’t need to talk. I can let you sleep.”
“Madness, if you don’t talk I’m going to get nervous. You always talk. What we did was a big thing for you. A big thing for me too, really. I want to be sure you’re okay.”
“I just… kind of don’t want to ruin it by talking? I don’t think I have great words right now and I… It was special and you were perfect. Everything I wanted.” I look over at him and he’s watching me again, studying me like he wants to be sure I’m telling him the truth.
“Okay,” he whispers, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear and running his thumb over my jaw. “We don’t have to talk. But stay in this bed with me?”
“I can do that.” I smile at him and he turns to his side and wraps his arm around my middle. My heart tumbles and I have to fight from kicking my feet because this might be new for me, but I know that this means something. That I mean something to him.
“Good.” He kisses my forehead and I fall asleep in his arms, the happiest I can remember being in a long time.
12
Quentin
The next morningI’m half-awake when I feel her stir in my arms. Her ass is nestled against me, and her skin is warm and soft against mine. We’re both still curled up under the covers, squashed together in this tiny bed, the sun just starting to pour in through the window and everything about this—everything about her—feels right. Feels perfect if I’m being honest with myself.
She grins at me over her shoulder and turns to face me, kissing me softly and pressing her curves against my body as she moves one leg over mine and tucks it back under my calf. I kiss her back for several minutes until it turns into more than just kisses, her hands searching over my skin and her hips rocking forward until she grazes over my cock. I’m already going hard, and she’s wetter than she should be for that little bit of foreplay.
“Aren’t you sore?” I whisper as I kiss my way down her neck.
“A little.”
