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Tatiana was obviously on to something. “I’m lost,” I admitted.
“Last night I was at happy hour with her when one of Shawn’s mutual friends asked about him.”
“And?”
“Tatiana said my response was too kind. Told me I need to stop putting his feelings first and worry about myself.”
I snapped my fingers. “I knew I would like her.” I stepped onto the elevator and hoped I wouldn’t drop the call. When I exited, I said, “You should take your friend’s advice. Worry about yourself.”
She was quiet. I didn’t want her feeling bad for anything that happened. Through it all, Gigi was a good person. Not throwing her trash boyfriend under the bus wasn’t the worst thing she could have done. She was kinder than I would ever be, and still somehow I appreciated her for that. I appreciated her for having a heart even when nobody else would do the same. “Gigi,” I said after throwing my bag and binder on the couch. “You good?”
“Yeah, thinking about what putting myself first looks like.” The breath she exhaled felt like a wind blowing against me. I didn’t want the phone separating us but knew the last day of camp would be brutal if I didn’t get my ass in the bed.
“Well?”
“Putting myself first feels selfish. Because if I were to put myself first right now, I wouldn’t consider the fact you’re busy with camp. Or that you likely need to be up early in the morning. Or that you could be too tired to talk to me right now or come over to my house.”
“So…”
“So, I can’t. I don’t have it in me to ask you to do something I know will satisfy me but put you in a bad situation.”
“How about you let me worry about me. And you worry about you.” I challenged her, “Ask for what you want.”
“Angelo, I want you to come to my house.” That’s all I needed to walk out of my room. Then she added, “Talk to me like you did in my office. I want you to fuck me like you did the other night,” and I was skipping to the elevator. My muscles weren’t tense like they were on the way in.
“I’m on my way.” I laughed as I made my way to valet. “They always say a closed mouth don’t get fed. And for putting yourself first, I’m about to make sure you get stuffed.”
She giggled and told me, “I’ll be waiting.”
When I pulled into her driveway, I jogged to her door like I was taking the field. Fast and focused. My hand went to the door but opened before I even knocked. She stood before me in a silk robe, opened, with her titties swinging beneath. “Damn, Gigi.” I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. “This what putting yourself first looks like?” I nuzzled my face into her neck and inhaled. A flowery scent swirled around my nose.
“Should have done this earlier in life.”
I kissed her collar bone and told her, “You damn right.” I walked her to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. Her robe opened, and I saw her bare pussy too. “Gigi, shit. I’ll be second forevermore. You can always be first.”
I couldn’t say anything else though. Her body was calling out to me, and I answered. My mouth landed on her lips. I nibbled my way down her chest, to her stomach, finally landing where I wanted them all along. Between her thighs and gliding over her clit.
Her legs spread, and her feet rested on my back. Inviting me deeper inside. I took that invite with excitement. Making sure I delivered on my promise to stuff her. One finger after another, until she was full. I licked up the moisture pooling around them, around her lips until her body shook.
I snuck a look at her face. The way it twisted, then eased, when her moans grew louder was something worth capturing. Her whimpers caught in her throat before her body shuddered. I pecked one kiss on her clit before climbing off the bed and stripping out of my shorts and tee.
There was a satisfied smile on Gigi’s face as I rolled the condom on. I matched it, pleased I could bring her the pleasure she deserved. I didn’t climb onto the bed though, didn’t hover my body over hers. I reached for her hand, and when it was in mine I pulled her from the bed, onto her feet.
I kissed her lips then whispered, “Let me see if you have room for more.” I spun her around and bent her over the bed. I waited till her legs committed to a stance, and I rubbed my hands over her ass. Gigi had a body that was firm, but soft. Her ass jiggled enough to make it my hands’ favorite resting spot. And when I gripped it, I had enough room to watch it bounce as I eased my way inside of her warmth. “Shit, Gigi,” I grunted.
She threw it back, and I had to rub my thumb across her clit to slow her down. I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I could have stayed the night inside of her. I wanted to stay the night inside her. The moisture she released, and the way her walls tightened, I couldn’t hold back much longer. I rubbed my hand down her back before releasing to her loud moans. “That was perfect,” I said, easing out of her. I pulled her up to my chest and asked, “You good?”
She rubbed her cheek against my chest. “Better than good, in fact.”
I kissed her forehead and made my way to her hallway bathroom. When I returned, I told her, “I wish I could wrap myself around you and fall asleep right here.”
Her lips poked out and she said, “But you have to go?”
I nodded. “Yeah. If I stay there’s no way I’m going to sleep anytime soon.”
She smiled wide and said, “Don’t even think I’d be mad about that.”
I said, “See. I released the bad girl, and now her ass wants to stay out and play.”
