Do I think I can change him? No. But it wouldn’t feel right to let him go on thinking that being alone for the rest of your life is better than heartbreak.
For one weekend, I want to give him what he thinks he can’t have or doesn’t deserve.
I can’t compare my life to his, but I have to at least show him what he can have. Even if he doesn’t want it with me.
Plus, it feels really,reallynice to be wanted. I haven’t felt this in years. Call me selfish. I don’t care.
This weekend is for us, for different reasons, and I’m not going to regret a single moment of it.
I can feel the sunlight peeking its way through my window, but I haven’t opened my eyes yet. Instead, I’m pretending to sleep while a very warm body behind me draws a circle on my back.
Waking up next to someone feels like I can breathe a little.
Like this dream I have might not be so far away after all. Like I still have a chance.
If only that dream could be with Simon.
“I know you’re awake,” Simon says and then kisses my shoulder.
“Am I?” I say, still not opening my eyes.
He chuckles, and the sound calls to me to roll over and face him.
“Hi.”
Instead of replying, he leans forward and kisses me.
Unlike our kisses last night, this morning his lips are soft against mine, and they take their time. He reaches for my hips and tugs me until our bodies are chest to chest.
I feel his morning erection and moan into the kiss.
I let my hand sneak under the sheets between us, taking him in my hand.
Simon likes to sleep naked, and you will hear no complaints from me on this fun fact.
“Greer,” he groans.
I ignore him, letting my hand slowly stroke him.
“Fuck,” he breaths out, growing harder in my hand.
“I would have thought you’d be too tired today,” I whisper against his lips, twisting my body until I’m half on him, with one leg resting between his knees.
“When it comes to you, it seems there’s no such thing as too much.”
“Good,” I say, pressing a kiss on his cheek before scooting down on the bed. “Because there is something I’ve been waiting to do ever since I watched you take your clothes off last night.”
“You don’t?—”
I lick up the length of his cock.
Look, I know he’s big, all right? I felt him more than once last night, and each time, I swore he wouldn’t fit, but he did. Somehow my body just made room for him—from my bed to the couch in my living room to when he bent me over my dresser to when we showered before we finally fell asleep. He fit as if he were made for me.
My mouth, on the other hand—I’m not sure I can even get half of him in there.
I lick every side of him, making sure to circle my tongue over the tip until there’s enough of my mouth to create lube for my hand. The parts that won’t fit need attention, too, and I’m going to make sure they get it.
“Fuck, Greer,” he says, his hands finding my hair and tugging. “That feels great.”
