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Every part of my body feels like I've just gone through a three-day workout, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Nyla is an absolute wildcat in the sheets. Her passion matching mine at every turn. It's exciting and a feeling that I've never had before. When I was with Cynthia, it always seemed to be a chore to have sex. She never made me feel like I was pleasing her, even though I'd known that she was having an orgasm. I did all that she asked, even asked her to tell me exactly what she wanted, so I could please her, but it was never enough. My ex-wife was not the one to do a lot of ego stroking. I didn't need constant reassurance, but every once in a while would have been nice.
With Nyla, every expression lets me know just how much she's enjoying what I'm doing to her. It's nice to know that I'm not just a bad lay.
I stretch out in the bed and realize that instead of the warm body next to me, all I feel are empty sheets. My head pops up, and I see that she's not in the bed with me.
Did she really leave while I was sleeping?
My mind races for a second until I see her phone on the nightstand and hear water splashing in the bathroom. She's in the shower.
I relax and lean back on my elbows, getting my emotions under control. I should have known she wouldn't just leave like that. That's not her style.
Her phone beeps on the side and an image pops up on the screen. I look over out of curiosity, and I wish I hadn't.
She's got a message from someone with the tag Boo3. He's wearing a pink button down shirt and has black and white hair. The combination is jarring, but still, it's another man messaging her.
I feel the jealousy rising inside of me and fight with myself to push it back down.
I knew what this was between her and me when we started. She told me on many occasions that we can't be together.
I can't be jealous. She and I aren't a couple. I already knew she was dating other men. Hell, I was there when she went on the date with the Elvis impersonator.
She did tell me that she hadn't had sex in a while, but that doesn't mean that other men aren't interested in her. She got me out of my shell, it makes sense that other people are as drawn to her the same way.
Nyla is a beautiful, carefree young woman. I can't tell her that she can't see anyone else. It's not my place, especially with me only being a passing part of her life. I wish she wasn't here on that contract. I wish I'd met her somewhere else where she wanted to stay.
I've never had someone act the way she does for me. Last night, when she all but demanded that I go home, it was the first time that anyone had shown me that level of concern.
My parents are concerned with how the people in the town perceive me. The patients want me to be the professional doctor they can all depend on. Cynthia just wanted me to be her personal lapdog. Never had anyone just cared to make sure I was okay.
I lie, Tripp does care but this was different. I thought for the briefest moment that maybe this wasn't just some fling for Nyla. I thought that perhaps her feelings for me were growing, just like mine were for her.
After Cynthia, I didn't think I'd ever want to try to be with anyone again, but Nyla makes me question all of that. I can see myself arguing with her over what shade the dining room should be painted. I can see myself taking long trips in that kick ass RV. I can see myself with her.
I'm questioning the what ifs of our relationship, and we don't even have one.
All we have is right now. Right now, I want to feel her in my arms.
I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. She has the door open, so it's easy for me to slide up behind her in the shower. Her eyes are closed, and her head is up to the water. When I wrap my arms around her waist, she squeals out in surprise.
"What the hell! You scared the crap out of me." She laughs and turns around in my arms.
I shy away slightly as she playfully smacks my arm. This is what life should be about.
"Sorry about that. You were gone too long." I shrug and go about washing her body. Her eyes close, and she hums softly as I take care of her.
I'm never going to get enough of this woman, no matter how much I keep trying to tell myself I am.
I lean down and kiss her gently, and she returns my affections.
The kisses turn heated, and her hands trail down my body to my hardening cock. Just as I'm about to lift her and take her back to the bedroom, she falls to her knees in front of me, licking her lips and massaging the length of my cock.
"My turn for a taste." She says sexily.
"Oh fuck." I say as I look down at her. It's a sight that rivals even the dirtiest ones in my dreams.
She opens her lips and takes the head of my dick into her warm, tight mouth. Pleasure shoots through my abdomen and my eyes cross at the feel of her tongue playing with the sensitive spot right underneath the head. One hand shoots out and tangles in her hair while the other braces myself on the wall. She pulls me in as deep as she can in this position, and I piston into her mouth, enjoying every second of it. She sucks me off until I'm weak in my knees and I can barely see straight. Just as I feel my body about to release, I lift her and, in a blind lust fueled need, press her up against the wall hooking her legs over my hips while I thrust up into her hard.
