“I knew she was a smart woman.”
She plucks at a few strings, then sets it back on the stand. She continues to wander around the living room, eyeing everything very intently. I lean against the wall and watch her. I don't have anything to hide here. If I did, I wouldn't have welcomed her into my home.
"Where's all the kid stuff?" She gestures at the uncluttered floors. "Isn't there supposed to be piles of Lego and stuffed animals strewn all over the place? She lives here, right?"
"She lives here." I nod. "I picked up for you."
She places her hand on her chest and sucks in a breath. "For me? You shouldn't have."
"Dirty princess pajamas on the floor, paints and markers littering the dining room table, and plastic toys shoved in between the couch cushions isn't the most conducive setting for what I want to do with you."
Her eyes, which are taking in a picture of me and Clover on the wall, snap over to me. A playful grin spreads across her face. "Does that mean you also cleaned your bedroom?"
"Wanna come find out?"
"Thank god. I thought you were about to break out the board games next."
"We can play games if you'd like."
She crosses the living room and follows me down the hallway. "Only if the loser has consequences that result in painfully blissful orgasms."
I stop at my bedroom door and wait for her to enter. "Those are the only kind I know."
I flick the light on. I already put it on a dim setting before she came, so it fills the room with a warm glow. Light enough so I can see her, but dark enough to set the mood.
Just like she took a minute to observe the living room, she does the same to my bedroom. "It's nicer than I thought."
"What were you expecting?"
"No headboard, two pillows, black comforter, mismatched bedside tables, trash can full of used condoms..."
"You paint quite the picture. Sorry to disappoint you."
She shrugs nonchalantly. "Eh, we all have to be disappointed sometimes."
The way she crawls onto the bed gives me flashbacks to the night we shared with Fia. She sits back on her feet and playfully strokes her exposed sides before slipping off her top. Her breasts fall out, and my mouth starts watering.
"Sorry, I was getting warm."
I walk over to the bed and lean forward on my hands. I gesture to her tight, peaked nipples. "If you're not cold, then those are telling me you're pretty aroused right now."
She brushes her fingertips across her breasts, gently playing with her piercings.
I lean forward even more and suck one into my mouth. Once I get a good moan out of her, I switch to the other. Her nails run through my hair, sending chills down my spine.
I slowly tug my shirt off and toss it aside. "I was getting a little hot, too. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all."
She crawls to the edge of the bed where I'm standing and kneels. She's still shorter than me in this position, but our faces are close. She licks her soft lips again, and I shudder at the memory of what they felt like wrapped around my cock. I reach out and grab the side of her face, running my thumb across her wet lower lip.
It's not lost on me that we still haven't kissed. I wonder ifshe realizes it, too. Is it something she avoids doing? I know some people who hook up a lot find that kissing is too intimate for them. That's not the case for me, but that seems like a weird hill she would die on. I test my theory by keeping my hold on her jaw and leaning in. She doesn't pull back, but she doesn't meet me halfway either.
"Do you want this?" Our lips are so close that when I whisper it, I know she feels my breath on her skin.
The longest pause passes, and I'm about to respectfully back away when I feel her nod her head. It's so subtle that if I weren’t so in tune with her every movement, I might have missed it.
"You sure? You seem a little scared." My tone is mocking, but I don't care.
