I send my text and then set my phone next to the bed. “You didn’t destroy anything. We’re all still here. We’re all in one piece.”
He sets a hand on his forehead. “Sometimes, I feel like…fuck, I don’t know.”
But I do know. I have been there.
“Like you were left drowning.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re struggling to breathe.”
“Yes.”
“So, do it. Breathe. Just breathe.”
“There’s no air, Blythe.”
“Reach for me. I won’t let you drown. I’m right here.”
He rubs my back some more and then laughs lightly. “You’re already taken.”
“I have two hands, Sabin. Grab one.”
He thinks for a while, and I feel him take hold of his own hands to fully encircle me in his embrace. “I’m trying, love. I’m trying.”
It’s early when my eyes open, and I’m still nestled against Sabin.
I leave before he wakes.
I need to run. I need to burn off…something. Anxiety maybe. I’m nervous for some reason.
Everyone is still asleep at the house when I get there, and I slip in, change into my running gear, and hit the pavement for five miles. I don’t think during this run. I just focus on the strength in my legs, the rhythm I keep, the in and out of my breaths.
The shower I take when I get back does nothing to quell my edginess. Or maybe it’s an energy. I’m having trouble pinpointing where I am, but the run didn’t calm me.
It’s when I’m toweling off that I know what I want.
The noise from the shower in the master bath didn’t wake Chris, so I do. I’m still a little damp as I slide the sheet down and crawl between his legs. My boyfriend likes to sleep naked, for which I’m very grateful for right now because I don’t have the patience to ease boxers off a sleeping guy. My sexual appetite has soared, and I cannot get his cock in my mouth fast enough. Within seconds, he’s hard and starting to move his hips with the pace I’ve set.
“Blythe,” he murmurs.
My hand slides under his ass, and I dig in, pushing him deeper into my mouth, making him groan and put both hands in my hair. Because my mouth is moving fast and my tongue is pressing so firmly against him, I get him panting in no time.
Before he gets too close, I lift up and lay my body over his, rubbing my clit against his wet cock. “I need you, Chris. Now.”
It just takes a small movement for me to position him, and I rock back to sink his cock inside me.
He lets out a hard moan, and I immediately lift up and drop back down.
And then, again.
I’m starting to feel better.
I brace my hands on either side of his head and grind against him. “Tell me how good my pussy feels.”
“Your pussy is so fucking perfect,” he growls, clamping his hands on my ass.
“Tell me how hard I get you.”
