Page 42 of Want You

He looked down at her and smirked. “You’re the only meal I need.” Her laugh filled the room. “I didn’t think that was all that funny.” He pouted.

“It’s not actually. Partly because I believe you mean it.”

He set his water down and drew her into him. “I do fucking mean it. Although, I’m not sure you’d survive my hunger.”

“No?”

“Nope. I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until I got a taste. Now I’m constantly thinking: this is good but it’s nowhere near as good as Octavia’s pussy.”

He watched her turn red, knowing how far that blush travelled down her body. Hyperaware of what her body was doing at that very moment.

When she appeared to recover, she stepped back. “I’m not sure I have the energy to feed you again tonight.”

Nathan stepped back into her space. “Holding you should do the trick tonight. Just let me fall asleep with you in my arms.”

“I’m not going to wake up with a giant dick pressing into my ass?”

“Real talk?” She nodded slowly, the smirk replaced by a look of concern. “I’ve been talking a big game but I’m fucking done in. If you wake up with my cock looking for action, it’s purely my body reacting to you and you are encouraged—just this once—to ignore it.”

She did not ignore it. Nathan woke up with her mouth wrapped around him and after he came down her throat, she’d left him in bed, drained, with the taste of his own cum on his tongue after she kissed him thoroughly.

He had drifted back to sleep remembering how she’d been shocked the first time he’d gone down on her after coming inside. He hadn’t admitted that he’d been shocked too, he’d never done it before, had never even thought of doing it before. But he didn’t even recall actively considering it, he just got on his knees, like the thought of a single drop of what they’d created together going down the drain was unconscionable

Two hours later he woke to a quiet house and a text from Octavia.

Octavia

I expect you to be in my bed when I get home.

Anything you want.

Nathan took his time getting out of bed. He showered, using Octavia’s body wash and shampoo and not hating that he’d spend the day smelling like her. In the kitchen he found a note telling him to help himself to whatever he wanted and that the coffee was ready to go he just needed to hit the button.

He’d never been alone in a girlfriend’s place before. He’d never even spent a night at a girlfriend’s place because of how much he preferred his own bed. Her bed had never even crossed his mind when he told her that if she was going home, he was coming with her. Then he’d slept like a baby with her tucked into his chest.

She may really be an addiction, he thought to himself, leaning back against the counter and watching the coffee begin to drip into the pot. Tomorrow he was back to his regular schedule, but he could plan something tonight. What the fuck did people do on dates these days? He wanted to show her he wasn’t just sticking around for the sex, so he had to choose something where he wouldn’t be tempted to do unspeakable things with her. He was pretty sure that left a funeral and being in a room with his family.

I need a date idea.

Emma

Why? You go on dates all the time.

Not like this.

Take her to dinner.

Done that, want to do something less obvious. What did Kevin plan for you?

We were married for a decade, date night was curling up together on the couch and rewatching The Office.

Fine what DID he used to plan then or what did you plan?

Go to a board game cafe. That’ll help you get to know one another. Unless that’s too public.

Do board game people watch hockey?

You’re such a snob. Yes Nate, they watch hockey. We grew up playing them remember?