“Mm, I don’t think it’s lame, I think it’s cute.” She squeezed my hand. “Anyway, before we get too sidetracked, how about you? Any dealbreakers?” I pursed my lips. I technically had none… Like there was something I wasn’t fully okay with, but it wasn’t a dealbreaker because first and foremost, I wanted to be with her. “You do… What is it?”
“Um, I have one thing, but if it isn’t something you’re willing to give up, I’ll adjust.”
“Oh my god, you want me to stop playing video games.”
“What?” The distress and panic in her voice cracked me up despite how nervous I was. “That’s not it, but seeing how crestfallen you look, I wanna know… Is that something you’re willing to do?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.” She put on a brave face. “You and I are gonna need to have sex twenty times a day to fill the emptiness in my soul, but okay, I’ll give up gaming for you. You’re worth it anyway.”
Although she didn’t spell it out with eight letters in three words, that last statement was definitely an ‘I love you’ from her-no question about it.
“I appreciate that, but breathe, I’m totally okay with your need to virtually shoot guns and kill creatures.” An endearing, relaxed expression appeared on her face. “Moving on, what I’m not fully on board with-but to be clear, it’s really not a dealbreaker.”
“Cass, spit it out already.”
“Fine.” Similar to most, I believed that two was better than one. But for me, two was also better than three. In general, I wasn’t a selfish person, but I doubted sharing Gray would ever be something I was 100% fine with… Like when it came to her being with anybody else, for the rest of my life, chances were I’d be evergreen. “I know you and your ex had threesomes, and I also know that doesn’t qualify as cheating, but I’m not sure if-”
“That’s it? All that preamble for that? Group sex is completely off the table then. No problem.”
“Yeah?” I said and she nodded. “I just- I don’t wanna share you with anyone… Not even for a night and not even if I’m there.”
“Alright, then you don’t have to.”
“Just the thought of you being with someone else makes my skin crawl and I know-”
“Stop. No need to justify why you’re uncomfortable… You didn’t make me do that either, right?” It was her turn to bring our still-interlocked hands to her mouth. She kissed my knuckles. My clothes might’ve already been soaked because of my lackadaisical stroll in the rain, but no joke, my panties got a whole lot wetter. Sweet and sexy, and all mine? Yup, I was blessed. “What matters is that you are, so we won’t do that.”
“Thanks.” I loved her so, so much. “Oh, while we’re on this topic, do you want me to stop filming porn? ‘Cause I can do that, too.”
“Huh, why would I? I’m your number one fan… The only time I’ll want you to give that up is when you don’t wanna do it anymore. Again, that part of your life doesn’t make me think less of you,” she stated and I simply thanked her again. “Alright, are we good? Everything settled?”
Smiling, I nodded. I was about to speak, but she censored me with a rough kiss. It seemed that the time for talk was over and it was time for action. Her tongue met my teeth as it entered my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and she held me by my waist.
Our kiss tasted like home and it felt like it, too.
My mouth and her mouth moved frantically, messily. As if they were trying to make up for all the wasted time comprised of the moments Gray and I had (stupidly) spent keeping them apart. We kissed until our human need to breathe properly became too insistent to ignore, we kissed until both of us were left gasping sharply against each other’s flushed pink cheeks.
“Couch?” I suggested, out of breath. I widened the gap between our bodies just enough to tear off my hoodie and top. I tossed my drenched clothes and the clump fell to the wooden floor with a thud.
“We don’t have a couch.” I glanced at our empty living room. When I looked at her again, I noticed she was staring at my cleavage. Putting her out of her misery, I unclasped and got rid of my bra, too. Once my boobs were exposed, she pulled my hand. “My room. Now.”
As we were walking, I licked my upper lip. “Wait, I really should shower first. I taste like rainwater.”
“Good,” she replied once we passed her open doorway. “‘Cause what comes after the rain..?” She was trying (and succeeding with flying colors) to be adorable. “A rainbow.”
“How do I find you so attractive even when you’re such a dork?”
By her bed, I let go of her hand, removed my shoes and struggled out of my jeans. The wet denim stuck to me like second skin. While I was wresting the material down my legs, my underwear also came off. When I was buck naked, she shoved me onto her mattress. She was smirking as she got on top of me. She sucked on my throat as both her hands roughly squeezed my boobs.
“That feels good,” I moaned out. I noticed her bed had way too much free space. “Hey, where are your pillows?” Finally, I realized the mattress we were on was bare. “And your bedsheets? Blanket?”
“I packed up my bedroom stuff after I left your new place yesterday… I obviously wasn’t going to sleep in this apartment anymore without you.” She pressed kisses on my lips. “That would’ve been just way too sad.”
Infatuated and devoted, I held her face. I affectionately rubbed my thumbs over her sculpted cheekbones. “Me first.”
“Huh?”
“I’m fucking you first.” I sat up, so she was now straddling my thighs. I tugged her top upwards. She raised her arms to help me get it off. Wasting no time, I unclipped her bra and once it was gone, I leaned in and wrapped my lips around her right nipple. It hardened against my tongue. When I started sucking on it, I also palmed her left nipple piercing. I was lavishing both her perky boobs with attention, giving them the royal treatment.
“Fuck, I missed you…” She threaded her fingers through my still-damp hair. Her hips squirmed on my lap. Despite the awkward angle, I cupped her still-clothed center. I rubbed her sex through her sweatpants. Teasing was something she could dish out, but it wasn’t something she could endure. So, I wasn’t surprised when she shoved my hand in her pants. “You missed me, too, right?” Even if it was a rhetorical question, I told her ‘yes, very, very much.’ “Make me come then.”
Per her request, my fingers slipped under the waistband of her skintight black boyshorts. I brushed my fingertips over her clit. I kissed her, swallowing her sounds of pleasure. For weeks, I’d been trying to convince myself that I could live without ever having sex with her again… But based on how I was feeling, I knew full-well that all I’d done was lie to myself. In just a few minutes, she’d be close to coming, but my need to taste her was intense. I pulled my hand away. I lay down flat on my back. I wanted her to sit on my face, but before I could tell her, she called out my name.
“Cass! Why?” Both her expression and voice were doused with aggravation. Look, in bed, she really wasn’t a fan of being given a taste of her own medicine… She could listen to me beg all night when the mood struck her, but unquestionably, all hell would break loose if I ever did that to her.
Glaring at me, she stood up on the mattress. With one motion, she yanked her bottoms and undies down her long, multi-colored legs. In an instant, she not only kicked away the pesky clothes but also settled her dripping sex on my tummy. She moved so fast, even ‘The Flash’ would’ve been impressed. I only caught a glimpse of her gorgeous pink center before it landed flush on my skin. With her eyelids shut, she roughly drove her hips forward and backward. Her slick, hot wetness coated my slight abs more and more with each passing second. I tensed up my tummy muscles and she opened her eyes, confirming she felt the difference. Her palms covered my boobs as she grinned at me. Her thumbs flicked my nipples, toying with them as she worked herself up.
“Hurry up and come already,” I demanded impishly. I tapped my chin with my finger. “I want you to sit here, so double-time, Gray.”
“It seems I’ve created a monster. ‘Doctor Frankenstein’ has nothing on me though… ‘Cause fuck, look at you.”
“Mm, I’d rather be a monster than a statue.” I sassed back, earning me two pinches, one on each nipple. She slowed down. Her blue eyes began to dance. “Oh no, you don’t.” I gripped her hips and moved them myself, thwarting whatever wicked plan her mind had hatched up. “Stop fucking around, so I can fuck you properly. I need to taste you.”
“Fine, fine.” Letting go of my boobs, she clasped my hands that were holding her. As we joined forces to work her toward her climax, she let out moan after moan, grunt after grunt. She turned her beautiful face upward as she sought release. In stark contrast with how rapidly her body was moving, my eyes unhurriedly traced their way all over her skin.
From the flowers on her neck to the butterfly on her sternum. From the wolf on her tummy to the grandiose sailing ship on her left arm. From Scylla and Charybdis on her right one to the space rocket on her thigh.
“I’m about to come,” she choked out. In response, of course I did the noble and honorable thing… By telling her how much I wanted her to come on me. After a few more swipes, her whole body trembled as she let out a lengthy, noisy sequence of groans, moans and expletives. I’d already said it once, and I’d say it over and over again, she was art-art in its purest fucking form. When she calmed down, I guided her body, so I could devour her like I’d been dying to for weeks.