“Oh, you can count on it, sweetheart,” I say and run my tongue over the tip of her nipple. Her curse is my reward, but I don’t have time to gloat before I do it again, slowly, the hard laps of her nipple with my tongue making it glisten.
“Ohhh,” she moans. And it becomes my goal in life to make her make that sound.
I reach over to her other nipple and flick it with the tip of my fingers. Her hips buck under me, and her hands come up, tangling in my hair, pushing my mouth down.
“This, by the way, since you interrupted me. Was third on my list. Of things I wanted to do to you.”
“What was fourth?”
“I’m so glad you asked.”
I slide my way down her body, pushing her legs apart and plunge my tongue inside her.
“FUCK!” she yells, her legs kicking out.
“Shhhh… the neighbors will hear,” I tease her before sliding my tongue back inside her. She whimpers, and it drives me on. I gently part her, exposing her clit, and blow gently on it for a moment before wrapping my lips around it.
She gasps and I know she’s close. My sweet, sexy minx is always on the edge, it seems. And I can’t wait to see how many times I can push her over the cliff and her hear scream my name.
I move my mouth away to make room for my thumb to circle her clit and my tongue slide back inside her.
“Ohhh… don’t stop,” she begs.
“I won’t,” I promise her. “Come for me.”
“Ohhh yes,” she mumbles, her hip circling along with the motion of my hand.
My tongue laps at her, drinking in every drop of her as my fingers press harder, faster against her button.
“Oh god!” she screams and I feel her constrict around my tongue, her whole body arching as she trembles, her hands coming up to cup her own breasts.
It’s so erotic that I need to be a part of it.
I slide up her still shaking body, and pull her on top of me.
“Fuck me,” I tell her. And she nods, her eyes still glazed over.
I hold myself ready for her and she slides on top of me, sinking down, all the way down in one earth-shattering movement,
“Oh, Jez,” she moans, her hands digging into my stomach, drawing half-moons into my skin with her nails.
“I showed you how much I wanted you, now you show me,” I growl, my hands against her hips.
She doesn’t say a word, just rocks her hips, and I feel myself grazing against every inch of her.
I’m pulsing so hard inside her, I know she can feel it.
“Fuck me, baby,” I urge her, and she moves faster, each time sliding down harder, taking me deeper, embedding me into her body further. Making me hers, completely.
“Oh, baby. Now. Now,” I grunt, and I thrust up into her, feeling myself harder than I’ve ever been, before I release.
Everything.
For her.
She’s coming down when I finally catch my breath, and she lays down on top of me, her chest against mine.
Her hot breath over my skin.
“I told you to be careful,” I say, and she lifts her chin, digging it into my sternum, looking up at me.
“I was as careful as I needed to be,” she says with a wink.
“To do what?”
“To do exactly what we just did.”
“Dirty girl.”
“That’s better than ‘Toilet Girl,'” she giggles and tickles my bare stomach.
“Yeah.” And then it occurs to me. “Wait, what?” I sit up, not sure I heard her clearly.
“What?”
“What did you just say?”
“I don’t remember, wasn’t important,” she shrugs.
“No… it was. Are you getting your memory back?”
“I don’t think so… why?”
“You said, ‘Toilet Girl.'” I say it slow, pointedly, but her expression doesn’t change.
“Yeah, I guess… not sure what that means.”
“That’s what I called you… when we met. I called you Toilet Girl!” I can barely keep the excitement out of my voice.
“What?” she exclaims, her eyes wide, surprised. “Why?”
“Who cares why! You remember!”
“I… I guess. I don’t know why or how or what it means, I just… I just remember you calling me that. You sure it wasn’t since we met at the hospital?”
“No! Oh, Emmie!”
“You mean…”
“I think you’re starting to remember… or at least something is waking up!”
“Jez!” Her eyes start to well up and I can feel mine threatening to as well. “Oh my god! Hurry up, brain! Give it up!” She shakes her head a little, as if trying to dislodge a water bubble in her ear.
I laugh, a weight lifting. She’s starting to remember.
And then she’ll know, we were meant to be all along.
NOEMIE
It’s late when we finally fall asleep, bodies exhausted, but spirits happy about the hope that I’m starting to remember. I don’t feel any different. Or maybe I do, maybe I don’t even know that I’m remembering. Just that, he called me Toilet Girl before my accident. And now I remember it.
We’ve decided to continue not talking about what happened before so that I won’t mix up things he told me with what I really remember.
But it doesn’t matter.
I’m happy just to dwell in our present. Our giddy, happy, sexy, perfect present.
Sometime around midnight, we lie down by the window to watch the last of the fountain shows below, our room lit up only by the lights from the Eiffel Tower, and he falls dead asleep in my arms.
I don’t really know who are you, Mystery Man Jez, or where you came from or why you’re here.
But I’ve never been happier in my whole life.
I fall asleep, with his breath soft and steady in my ear.
***
It’s warm.
And bright.
Ugh, too bright.
My eyes open and snap shut again.
Sun.
Bloody, freakin’ too bright, killing-my-eyes sun.