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“Are you sure?” I ask, because if she wants it, I’m in. But I want her to be certain. Always.
“I’ll shower before I leave the house tomorrow but… for just tonight, having you on me… why not?”
I run my hands through the mess, some fresh, some already dried, and knead her back, staring at her shoulders. “I’ve never done this either,” I admit, loving the way her skin has a sheen after my hands make a pass. I’ve never actually rubbed cum in, but the act is... strangely sensual and hugely erotic.
She feels me harden against her ass again as I drag my fingers down her sides, making all the white disappear. “See? You like it.” She peers back at me with one straining eye. “And you were hesitant.”
I slide off the bed and, with my sticky hands, help her up. “You’re my guide to new things, I think,” I say as my eyes hover on her lips, my mouth tingling for a kiss.
She crashes into my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck, bringing her mouth to mine, giving me exactly what I need. How she always gives me what I need before I even know it, I don’t know. But I’m hooked.
We wash our hands together, and my groin tightens when she slips a shirt over her cum-soaked skin, keeping me rubbed into her for the evening, just like she said.
So fucking sexy.
For dinner, we stay at her place, and I whip up some salmon and rice, and as I’m squeezing lemon onto the fish, moments away from plating our food, Scarlett runs her hands up my bare back, clinging to my shoulder. I lean back and she tips up, and we share a quick kiss.
“Smells good, looks good, too,” she hums from behind me, looping her arms around my waist, pressing her cheek to my back. “I was thinking…” she starts, her sultry tone telling me this isn’t about dill or tartar sauce.
“I like when you do that, I always benefit,” I tease, discarding the drained lemon into the trash.
“I’d like you to be inside me when we eat. Like we did before. Just… to feel close,” she says, her voice softening as the sentence goes on. Almost like she’s unsure if I’ll say yes or unsure she should want it. I spin to face her, my back butting up against the oven handle at the stove.
“I like that idea,” I say, pushing a golden lock from her shoulder, letting my fingertips trace the delicate curve of her throat. “Can I ask whyyoulike doing that?”
We’ve done it less than five times, but it’s a unique thing to be inside of someone so intimately while not actually fucking. Most people likely never do it, and we’re gearing up for round three. “I’m just curious,” I admit, adding, “I fucking like it, but I am curious.”
She smiles, but it’s lopsided, sadness weighing one side down. “I like feeling so close to you, and since we’re not actually, well, you’re not finishing inside of me,” she says uncomfortably around the topic we usually so easily discuss.
I bring my curled knuckles under her chin, and tip her face up, bringing her eyes to mine. “We haven’t talked about that.”
Our bodies are so close, but the unspoken subject throws a massive silent divide between us. One we need to squash right now. “What do you want, Scarlett? Have you thought about what you want with me? Between us? Life?” I don’t highlight the part of our story that says we’ve only been together a handful of months. Instead, I focus on how far we’ve come together, and how far into the future with her.
“I know what I want.” She licks her lips. “I want what I’ve always wanted. To finish school, to stay at Crave while I do and maybe even after, and… “ her eyes flit between mine, nervous and wide. I know what’s next. And I despise the way he made it hard for her to say. “I want to have a baby. I want to be a mother.”
I study her features, take in the hope in her expression, the lift in her brows, the way her eyes search mine. She wants this, but she wants me to want it, too.
And I fucking do.
“You want to live with me,” I say, earning me a look of confusion. “And,” I add, “usually after people live together, they get married and then they have kids.”
Still, she looks confused. I smile down at her, taking her chin with my curled knuckles and thumb. “I want those things, too. But we don’t have to go in that order, you know that, right?”
I realize after the words leave my mouth that it may seem like I don’t want to marry her. “I want you to finish school before we do anything, because that's important to you, so now, it’s important to me, too.”
She smiles, eyes misty. “See, I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that. You really just… caring about me, genuinely, truly.”
My throat constricts, and my chest does, too. And I know it’s the time.
“I love you, Scarlett.”
She nods, a faint smile warming her lips. “I love you, too.”
And after those words are exchanged, conversation slips to casual. We sit together at the table, Scarlett taking her spot on my lap. She adjusts herself, then me, and with my happy cock deep inside her, I feed her bites of salmon from my fork.
When we’ve both eaten, she carefully lifts off my lap and puts away the food as I clean the kitchen. By the time we’re in bed, her body melded to the side of me, her hand on my chest, mine in her hair, I’m soft again.
Spending time with her while I’m inside of her is… fucking intense. And then having a platonic night after—it’s the ultimate fucking edging. And I like it.
