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I moan at his words, and with one final thrust into my mouth, his body arching with how hard he drives into me, he comes.
"Take it," he demands gruffly. "Take my cum. Let it slide down your throat."
The taste of him, mixed with me, fills my mouth. It's too much, his cock and his cum filling my mouth, but I only want more. More of the look on Law's face as I stare up at him. More of the muscles in his thighs bunched beneath my tightly gripping hands. More of feeling like Law is under my control right now. I slide off of Law, and he hisses, chest heaving with a deep breath as his eyes follow me sitting up.
I swallow and then lick my lips. He smirks at me.
"Not a single drop?" he asks, his voice low.
"Not a single drop."
"Come here."
He opens his arms, and I crawl up his body into them. His hand goes under my chin, bringing my face to his so he can kiss me. My eyes close as I notice the difference in this kiss. This time, his tongue is slow, giving lazy strokes against mine as his other hand travels up my body, over my belly button, between my breasts, to my throat, then meeting the other hand so they both encase the bottom of my face. He pulls back and my eyes drift open, and I still at what I see staring back at me. Want, need, longing. But not for anything sexual. Just... for me. Is it my imagination? Am I only seeing what I want to be there because of all the emotions rushing through me right now? He swallows, and his gaze shifts to nervousness, so much so that it makes me furrow my brows.And then he looks away before he begins moving us until we’re lying down and my head is against his chest.
What is going on? Is he staying? Will this embrace be for just a few seconds, like last time, before he gets up to leave?
"Go to sleep." His words rumble through me, vibrating beneath my ear on his chest.
What. The. Fuck?
But I push the confusion aside. It's easy to when every other part of me is realizing this is exactly what I've been wanting, hoping for. That he would stay. I relax against him, and his head lays against the top of mine.
At some point, I awaken to a dark room. I realize I'm being gently moved off of Law's body. I pretend I'm still peacefully sleeping, even as my heart breaks a little at him attempting to leave so soundlessly. I peek through my slitted eyes to watch him get his clothes off of the dresser, and damn near laugh when I remember my bag, and my dress, are still on the floor in the hallway. God, I hope someone hasn't picked it up like trash and taken it away.
Once he's dressed, I hurry to close my eyes again when I see him beginning to turn around to look at me. There's silence in the room for a full minute. I count. Then soft footsteps getting closer to me. I struggle not to jump in surprise when his finger comes to my face, brushing my hair off of my cheek. Then his lips are there, kissing my cheek, staying there for a few seconds before they're gone.
It feels like fireworks go off inside of me. Hope, happiness, and excitement flood me. What is going on? He's leaving in the middle of the night but kisses me goodbye before he goes. That look I saw in his eyes earlier. What does all of it mean?
I don't open my eyes until I hear the room door close. Only once I know I'm alone, do I get out of bed, taking the sheet with me to wrap around myself as I head for the room door.
"Thank God." I sigh as I open the door and see my bag still sitting there. I grab it and take it with me to the living room, getting my phone from inside to check the time. Two-thirty a.m. I don't know if it's worse when he leaves right after sex, or when he stays for a little while and then still goes. Maybe the latter, because it gives me hope for something I know I shouldn't be hoping for.
Knowing I won't be able to go back to sleep now, I grab the menu and call the front desk. Unsurprisingly, they have no problem bringing up the freaking three different dinners I order.
I don't order breakfast in the morning, still too full off everything I ordered in the middle of the night. Grabbing the cake I saved for Charlotte, and Lexa this time, I take one more look at the room and leave. If only the thoughts that plagued me while I was in the room could have stayed there. But of course, my stupid heart won't let them.
It's Wednesday, and I still can't get that damn cheek kiss from Law out of my mind. I can still feel his fingers on my face, and the warmth that spread through me as I stared into his eyes. I hate the confusion but love that I have anything to be confused about. How fucked up is that?
I'm just getting back from the only thing that can take my mind off of Law, visiting Charlotte, when my phone vibrates. I wait until I'm in the apartment to check it, half-way distracted by trying to find the remote. But when I see it's a text from Law, I damn near trip on the corner of the couch before quickly sitting down on it while I quickly unlock my phone.
Law:It would seem I'm unable to get you off of my mind.
I scream. Fucking scream because... what the hell? This is the very last thing I expected this text to say. Shit, I didn't expect to hear from Law at all until I texted him on Friday to tell him the hotel I wanted to go to. What the hell am I supposed to say back? It feels like my mind has completely emptied as my thumbs hover over the screen, trying to figure out what to type.
"Oh God." I groan as I finally begin responding.
Me:We're in the same boat, then. What have you been thinking about?
As soon as I send it, I regret it. How fucking cheesy.
"Get a God damn grip," I admonish myself.
It's not like he's about to text me back that he misses me or something. This isn't a relationship. If anything, he's probably going to text back that he's been thinking about sex, not actually me.
Law:I've been hoping that you would call or text.
My eyes just about pop out of my head. He's been hoping for a text from me while I've been wanting one from him?
