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I set the tray of food on the nightstand. “As much as I love you naked in my bed, you might want to put on a shirt so you don’t get burned if a crumb drops on you.”
Holly smiled as she reached for the hoodie she’d discarded earlier. It fell past her hips, so she didn’t reach for pants.
I liked her naked under my clothes. I liked to think of her skin as being hyperaware of every fiber. Her core aching for more.
When she was ready, I handed her a plate and silverware.
“This looks great.”
“If I had more time, I would have made chicken pot pie, but this has most of the ingredients and it’s quicker to make.” As teens, we each had to cook dinner one night a week. It made things easier on Mom, and she wanted us to know how to cook.
Since we loved to eat, it made sense, and I appreciated learning the skill. Especially if I could feed the woman I’d loved all of my life.
The time apart seemed like a waste of time to me, but I’d never say that to Holly. I knew she felt like she was doing the right thing, even if her actions hurt us both. I just hoped she didn’t pull away a second time. I wouldn’t survive it.
I clicked on the TV on my dresser, and we ate in silence while we watched a mindless sitcom. When we were done eating, I cleared our plates and returned them to the kitchen.
I poured two glasses of wine and carried them to my bedroom. “I was hoping you’d want to stay.”
Holly smiled as she accepted the glass.
I held mine in the air as if I wanted to toast, and said, “To us.”
Instead of arguing or pulling away, Holly smiled wider and clinked her glass with mine. “To us.”
I didn’t pretend that everything was fine now. That we wouldn’t have more obstacles in our path, but I hoped this was the start of our present and our future. I loved Holly. There was no one else for me. I just hoped she felt the same way.
I leaned against the pillows and reached for her to come closer. We watched TV, her finger sifting through the hair on my chest. When her hand moved lower, I caught her wrist. “Are you sure?”
She licked my chest in response, and the blood drained from my head. She moved down my body, pulling my sweats over my hips and settling between my legs. She gripped the base of my cock, looking up at me from under her lashes.
I barely breathed because I wanted her mouth on me in the worst way. No matter how many times we’d done this before, this was different.
Holly had filled out since we were teens. Her breasts were heavier, her nipples duskier and her hips wider. She was a woman, no longer a girl.
When she pumped her hands, she lowered her mouth to my cock, licking the pre-cum while I forgot about everything else but her hands on my skin and her mouth on the tip.
She sucked me into her mouth, and I was lost in her, the feel of her hands around the shaft, her wet mouth on my cock. I pumped inside her, then stilled, worried I’d gone too far.
But she shook her head, urging me to let go. I pumped my hips in time to her rhythm, resuming a pace we’d set years ago. She sucked me down as I thrust inside her mouth. Every time I hit the back of her throat, she swallowed.
I gripped her hair, warning her, “I’m close.”
But she sucked me harder, her grip impossibly tight. I couldn’t hold back as I shot down her throat. She swallowed me down, and as she eased back, she kissed the tip of my dick.
“Come here.”
When she didn’t move fast enough, I hauled her into my lap, her legs falling open for me.
“Are you wet from sucking my dick?” I asked, my voice low.
Her cheeks flushed as she nodded. “Yes.”
I used two fingers to pump inside her, mimicking what I’d done with my cock earlier. I wanted to be inside her, but I couldn’t wait to recover. I needed her to come now. Her breath hitched as I circled her clit with my thumb and sucked a nipple into my mouth.
I held her to me as she spasmed around my fingers, whimpers falling from her mouth. I resisted the urge to tell her how I felt because it was too soon. I needed to be patient. To ease her into the idea of us.
Sleeping together was premature and not part of my plan. But it felt like a natural progression. I hoped I hadn’t fucked everything up.
