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“Please,” I muttered, “harder.”
Brandon started to speed up to a deeper, more unforgiving pace even while his lips were soft and tender.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered as I started to clench around him. “I can feel you squeezing. You’re so fucking tight.”
He was struggling now to regulate his pace. He pressed his head into the pillow, his hands drifting down to grab my ass and lift it roughly to meet him, blow for blow. The slight shift of position was all it took, and after just a few deeper, penetrating pumps, I came apart around him with a yelp. Brandon followed suit, and both our bodies seized together as we grasped, pawed at each other and the blankets, completely immersed in one another yet desperate to get closer still. Brandon kissed me like it was a life force, an anchor in a tide that threatened to carry him away. I wrapped my arms as tightly as I could. I felt the same way.
As the shaking subsided, we lay there lifeless, with Brandon’s large body pressing mine into the bedding. He gave me one last long, lingering kiss before burying his face in my hair.
“I don’t want to go,” he said as he started to pull out, very slowly. “You feel too fucking good. God, I can’t get enough of you.”
I sighed. I understood the feeling all too well.
“You have a meeting at ten,” I reminded him, with obvious regret. “And I have work too.”
Brandon groaned into my hair. We lay there for a moment, listening to each other’s heartbeats until he pushed up, made quick work of the condom, and fixed his pants. It was amazing how quickly he could revert to basically perfect. I probably looked like a troll doll.
“I do have to go, goddamn it,” Brandon said as he lay back down beside me. He gathered me close, so I was nestled into his big frame, my naked back to his fully-clothed front. “But I’ll be back on Friday. Can I take you out? Someplace nicer than pizza this time? Nothing too crazy, I promise.”
I traced the piping of the pillowcase with my finger, looking out the massive window to where the sun was shining over the bright white expanse of the Common. The occasional snowflakes would flurry off the tops of the trees in the wind, but the sky was a brilliant blue above the magical dreamscape. Eventually, it would turn to gray slush built up on the side of the roads, but right now Boston was the most beautiful place in the world.
I snuggled back into Brandon. I’d miss him this week, more than I wanted to admit.
“Okay,” I said, finally letting go of the last vestiges of reserve I’d been holding onto. I just couldn’t do it anymore. “Your choice.”
Brandon sighed contentedly. He kissed me gently behind my ear and continued to hold me close until I fell back asleep watching light on the new snow.
But when I woke up again a few hours later, he was gone.
Twenty-Five
Brandon and I traded texts and phone calls throughout the next week, developing a natural rapport that gave me a bit more faith in our burgeoning relationship. It was a nice feeling. His job required him to travel a fair amount, and God knew I’d be even busier come summer, when I’d be studying for the bar and hopefully preparing for a new job.
On Thursday night, I was putting the finishing touches on a paper for my Postmodern Law class when my phone buzzed on my desk. I picked it up and smiled.
Brandon:hey beautiful. how’s the paper going?
Quickly, I typed in a response.
Me:good. almost finished. what are u up to?
In less than a minute, my phone buzzed again with a picture of a posh hotel room, taken from the vantage point of looking down Brandon’s trim waist and long legs toward a blazing fireplace. His shoes were off, and his big socked feet were crossed at the ankles, a pint of beer in one hand at the far edge of the photo.
Me:u and your fireplaces. looks nice. jealous.
His reply buzzed almost immediately.
Brandon:wish u were here too. miss u.
Before I had a chance to type something else, my phone rang with Brandon’s name and picture.
“Hey,” I answered, turning back to multitask on my paper.
“Hey yourself, Red,” Brandon rumbled, his baritone slightly deeper from the late hour. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”
I grinned. “Thanks. It’s nice to hear yours too.”
“So listen, I know you’ve got to finish that paper, but I just wanted to check in about tomorrow.”
