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When we both come down from our orgasms, I roll off to the side to avoid crushing her, and we both just lay there panting. As soon as my cock pulls free, it feels wrong. Like it’s not where I should be, and that’s a scary thought. I’ve always known women hold a lot of power in their pussies, but I’ve never known one to hold that kind of power over me. So much so that I actually feel incomplete without it.
Needing to distract myself from those thoughts, I quickly stand up and walk to the en-suite. I grab the flannel and wet it with warm water. As I walk back in the room, Em’s looking at me with furrowed brows, like she’s not sure what I’m doing. She’s closed her legs, so I waste no time wordlessly nudging them open. Like the good girl she is, she does as she’s told.
As I move the flannel towards her, it dawns on Em exactly what I’m doing and she reaches down with her hand to stop me. I look up and her face is flushed even redder. “You don’t have to do that,” she mutters, her eyes dropping from my gaze as embarrassment takes over.
“Of course I do. It’s my cum, the least I can do is clean you up. Besides, I want to look after you.” Her eyes widen at that last part and I curse myself internally. Why the hell did I say that? I hadn’t meant to, it had just slipped out!
She eventually moves her hand away and as the warm washcloth connects with her sensitive pussy, she whimpers softly. I move as gently as I can, and once I’m finished, I quickly run it back to the en-suite before returning to her side. I reach down and press a quick kiss to her lips, and like every other time, a quick one is never enough. As soon as I taste her, I always want more. But, now is not the time. It’s late and I can see the tiredness in her eyes.
She shuffles herself over to the right side of the bed, pulling the duvet covers over her naked body, and a moment of sadness overcomes me that I can’t see it any longer. There’s this awkward moment between us as we both remain frozen. She’s sitting up on the right side of the bed, and I’m standing beside her. Is this the time where I get dressed and go? I’ve had a couple of ciders, so driving’s probably not a good idea, but I could go into her spare room. Is that what I want? In the past, I’ve always left, but for some reason it doesn’t feel right this time.
I tell myself it’s because I want another round with her overnight, but I’m not sure if I’m bullshitting my brain.
With a cute, shy smile on her face she pulls the duvet back revealing the empty left side of the bed. “Wanna get in?” she asks nervously. Fuck, she looks so cute when she gets all nervous and embarrassed like this. The blush spreads fast across her cheeks and neck.
I don’t even hesitate. I move to the open side of the bed and climb in. At first I worry it’s going to be awkward, since we still don’t really know each other, but I have nothing to worry about. As soon as I’m lying down, Em rolls over and tucks herself into my side. She throws her leg over my thigh, and I can’t help but think how well we fit together, and how natural it feels. There’s no awkwardness at all.
We don’t say anything more. Em lays with her head on my chest as her hand traces circles across my abs. I try to ignore my dick attempting to spring back to life, and instead focus on stroking my fingers through her silky purple hair. It’s like we are both at peace, comfortable in each other's company, and it’s not long before we both drift off to sleep.
CHAPTERNINE
EMMALEIGH
My eyes flutter open, and the minute I wake up, I just know something feels different. That’s when I feel the hot, hard body beneath me, and the night comes flooding back to me in exciting waves. Lee and I had amazing, rock my world type sex, and as soon as it was over, I expected him to flee. There’s no point staying around and doing all the stuff afterwards. I may have never had a friends-with-benefits relationship before, but I don’t see cuddling and falling asleep curled up in his arms being on the list of things to expect. If anything, fleeing is the only thing that makes sense.
Whenever I’ve had a one night stand before, I’m usually so fucking humiliated, let down, or just deflated once the sex is over, that I almost push them out the door. None of them have ever stayed over, and I’ve never wanted them to.
Yet, as soon as the sex was over with Lee, I never got any of those feelings. I was sleepy, but the biggest feeling I had was that I didn’t want him to leave. So, I invited him to stay. But even then, I didn’t expect him to actually do it. After the night we had, I’m kinda glad he did stay though.
Falling asleep in his arms with my head on his chest scared the crap out of me because I enjoyed it so much. I’ve never felt so warm, secure, and… I’m going to use the words cared for here, because anything else would be far too dangerous to think about.
But if I thought falling asleep with him was amazing, it had nothing on waking up. You see, Lee woke me up twice overnight, and both times resulted in more mind blowing sex. The first time he woke me up with his tongue between my legs, and holy shit, that’s the way all women should wake up from now on. To say at the beginning of the evening, I’d barely been able to have an orgasm, and if I did it was always by myself with the help of BOB—my Battery Operated Boyfriend. But Lee didn’t need any toys or any help. The more we fooled around, the more he learnt my body, and by the end of the night, he knew every sensitive spot on my body, and he knew how to make me cry out, begging his name.
What surprised me more is how much confidence I gained the more we had sex. The more I did as I was told and he called me his good girl, the more I felt good about myself. He makes me feel so comfortable and beautiful. So when he suggested trying new positions, of course I said yes. He remembered what I’d told him about doggy style affecting my confidence, and when he asked if we could try, I was hesitant, but I wanted to please him.
The whole time he kissed and caressed my back, played with my nipples, or pulled my hair so my back was arched. He started off soft and gentle, so I got used to it, but then he fucked me with a wild abandon that I’ve come to love. The way his cock hits that spot deep inside has my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I scream his name. He managed to quickly change my opinion of that position, and the way he manages to get so deep means I will be more than willing to try that again.
The position I struggled with the most was when he asked me to get on top. Alarm bells started screaming in my head, and all thoughts of being a good girl and wanting to please him flew out of the window. I couldn’t think clearly. I’d never done the position before for a reason. I was convinced I would crush him. Or, once I was on top, I wouldn’t know what to do or how to move. I can dance a little, but I wouldn’t class myself as being a very sensual person. And that’s exactly how I’ve always seen that position.
I’ve seen porn. I’ve seen the way those beautiful women roll their hips, or bounce up and down on his cock. I want to be able to do all that, to give that to Lee after the amazing orgasms he’s given me, but for some reason, I can’t get the fear out of my head. I know I’m being irrational, but that doesn’t make it disappear.
Eventually, Lee talked me into it, after a lot of telling me that I can do it, and that I’m really not as big as I think I am. I want to believe him, to think he’s right, but it’s hard. Years of conditioning can’t be changed in a matter of minutes. But, even with the fear, I can still be brave and give things a try, and I’m glad I did.
What resulted was the most mind blowing sex of my life. The deepness of the position was overwhelming, but it was the fact I was in control that I loved. It turns out, rolling my hips, or bouncing up and down on his cock, was not as hard as I imagined, and I definitely didn’t crush him. Quite the opposite in fact. I loved watching him fall apart beneath me.
The way his face scrunches up and his little button nose twitches when he’s trying not to come. The feel of his hard pecs beneath my palms as I press down on his chest to help stabilise myself. We both finished at the same time, and it was honestly one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
So, after the most amazing night, I wake up more than a little anxious about how this is going to go. With friends-with-benefits, there really are no rules. It might be weeks before he calls me for the next booty call, or it could be tomorrow. Hell, I may never see him again—though the thought of that causes an ache in my chest.
All these thoughts are running through my mind as I roll over to climb out of bed. My mouth is really dry, and I need to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. Before I have the chance to stand, I feel a warm hand caress my back.
“You wouldn’t be trying to do a runner, would you?” Lee jokes, his voice thick and heavy with the lack of sleep we had last night.
I know I should feel self-conscious as I sit here, the duvet falling around my body to reveal my breasts as I turn to face him, but honestly it’s a little late for that. He’s seen so much more of me, and I’m not embarrassed around him like that any more.
Giving him a small smile, I try to keep my voice friendly, hiding as much of the trepidation as I can. “Well… since this is my house, I don’t think I can do a runner. I was just going to get a drink,” I explain. “Why? Do you want me to leave?” I don’t think I do a very good job of keeping the uncertainty from my voice as I ask the final question.
That bright, mischievous smile that he always seems to wear lights up his face, one side of his lip tilted up in the sexiest way. “You’re right, it is your house. Maybe you want me to leave?” He keeps his voice light and playful, but there’s definitely a hint of something that I can hear. Is he anxious and feeling awkward about this too?
