“Anyway, there are a lot of Puerto Ricans and Dominicans in our neighborhood in Queens, so I picked up a lot of Spanish. That’s where I learned the words they don’t teach in school.” I reached down and tickled her.
"The best words," she crooned, and she kissed me. "When did you know you were in love with me?"
“I think I was in love with you for a while, but it didn’t hit me until we were dancing in CJ’s room that night. It felt like I was holding my entire world in my arms. Like, if everything else in my life disappeared—my house, my job—I would be happy if I had you two,” I said.
She leaned forward and kissed me. Her eyes were glassy.
“What about you?” I wiped away a tear with my thumb.
"It was during a therapy session. My therapist asked me when I thought I would be able to find love again. Then I realized I already had." She smiled, and there was a hint of sadness in her expression.
“When was this?”
“The day before youproposed.” She drew air quotes.
"Fuck." I sat up. "Is that what you had to tell me that night?" I asked. She looked away and nodded. "I'm a fucking idiot. Why didn't you tell me anyway?"
"After you asked me to be your fake fiancée and told me we would never work together?" she said with a sardonic laugh.
“Because I thought that’s what you wanted.”
"Well, apparently we're both fucking idiots. CJ doesn't stand a chance." She giggled, and I laughed with her.
"So, what changed?"
"Nothing. I'm still scared shitless that this will explode in my face, but you make me happy. So I'm choosing happiness with you and CJ even if it doesn't last."
“You know I mean it when I say that I love you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and honestly, the five months I’ve known you is the longest relationship I’ve ever had.”
“Has it really been five months since we met?”
“Yup. You tried to kill me with a baseball bat five months ago.”
“I’m glad I didn’t kill you with my baseball bat.” She shifted so that our faces were inches apart.
“I am, too.” I pressed our lips together and rolled her onto her back. “Stay put, love.” I leaned over the side of the bed to grab my duffle bag and pulled out a strip of condoms and the tube of lube. She spotted the lube and raised an eyebrow at me. “Just in case,” I said with a shrug.
Lisa sat up, grabbed one of the condoms, and tore it off the strip. "Come here," she said.
I crawled over to her. She pushed me onto my back, wrapped her hand around my girth, and stroked. She tore open the foil wrapper and rolled the condom on before straddling me.
“No touching,” she whispered.
"No fucking way." I reached for her hips, and she pushed my hands away. I groaned and put my hands behind my head before she crawled on top of me again and slowly lowered herself onto my dick inch by inch until she was fully seated and sat unmoving, watching my face.
"What do you want me to do?" she whispered. It felt so fucking good that I was afraid to speak. Lisa's body was enveloping me in warmth and squeezing me. I felt like I was going to explode, but I couldn't. She was exquisitely torturing me. Lisa tossed her long hair over her shoulder. "Cole?" She was waiting for an answer. The fact that I couldn't touch her only served to heighten my arousal.
“Move,” I whispered. “I want you to move.”
She smiled and slowly lowered and raised herself on my cock while rocking her hips back and forth.
"Ffffffuuccck," I said through gritted teeth as I felt Lisa's tight warmth gripping me. After what felt like an eternity but also minutes, she spoke.
“Touch me, Cole,” she moaned.
I didn't need to be told twice. I sat up and wrapped my arms around Lisa's waist, rolling her onto her back while still inside her. Our mouths crashed together greedily as I pushed one of her knees into the mattress and rolled my hips pumping into her at the angle that I knew she liked. I'd been dreaming of fucking her like this again every night for the last two months. She arched against me, pressing the globes of her breasts into my chest.
“Oh, God, Cole. Fuck me just like that.”
