Page 29 of OneTime Lovers
“You seemed to like my big ego last night.”
Closing her eyes briefly, she mutters softly, “You do realize this was a very bad idea.”
Maybe it was, but I don’t regret for one second our night together, and I don’t want her having regrets either.
I roll on my side, so we’re face to face and attempt to reassure Jasmine. “Probably, but bad ideas can sometimes be the most fun. Jasmine, we were inevitable.”
“That may be true, but it doesn’t mean we should repeat those bad ideas. This was a one-time-only thing between us.”
I’m not sure who Jas is trying to convince, me or herself. She is so temptingly close to me as we lie face to face, and unable to resist I reach out a finger to gently trace it down the flawless soft skin on her arm.
“Well, if this is a one-time-only thing, I think we blew that out the water last night. If memory serves me right, it was a couple of times for both of us.”
I suspect my memories of her coming apart in my arms will fill my dreams for weeks, maybe even months.
She’s quick to clarify, “Correction––it was definitely three times for me.”
This makes me smile as it confirms my suspicion, she’s remembering as clearly as me, how good we were together last night.
I plead my case. “Anyway, the way I see it, we are still in bed together, so the one-time is not officially over yet.” Hoping my final point will convince her, I continue to trail my finger lazily over the obvious goosebumps on her arm.
“But a one-night stand usually means one night, not one night plus a morning.”
I don’t like the idea of Jas seeing last night as only a one-night stand. One-night stands in my experience are anonymous casual hookups. Sure, they can be brief sexual encounters, which are mutually beneficial and enjoyable for the moment in time. But still not at all how I saw last night. Last night with Jas was unique and special.
“I never thought of us as a one-night stand, Jas. A one-night stand to me usually means a casual hookup, but I met you three days ago. Three days I’ve spent getting to know you, trading kisses, and seeing your ravishing flesh in skimpy bikinis. I love your bikini body as much as I enjoy your quick wit.”
I stop speaking before I lay any more of my truths out there. I need to shut up, stop saying things that make me sound like I have a right to say them to her. Like a boyfriend or something.
Somewhere last night I lost sight of this being a casual one-time-only fling.
Trying to lighten the mood, I tease, “It’s been a hard three days, if you know what I mean.”
“It seems as though you’re still having a hard time,” she comments, and I groan loudly as her green eyes focus on my rock-hard shaft. Her smile encouraging my finger to explore further than the slow stroking of her arm.
“A painfully hard time and it’s not helping you staring like that at my cock,” I admit as I move my finger slowly around to hook on the sheet loosely covering her breasts. I hold Jasmine’s gaze to see if she wants me to continue and I soon have my answer as her green eyes darken with desire.
Slowly, I drag down the sheet covering her tits. “Now it’s fair I get to look at your gorgeous tits.”
“Personally, I think we deserve some amazing morning sex. Just like last night was amazing night-time sex. What do you think?” I ask, hoping desperately she is on the same page. She certainly seemed eager for more in the early hours of this morning.
“Maybe you’re right. If this is one-time only then it should be the full experience.” She wiggles closer within reach as my fingers trail softly across her nipples.
My desire for this woman can now be unleashed. “Now, where would the pretty lady like that full experience? In her mouth … or down here ...” my finger traces across her lower lip before tracking a new path from her mouth slowly down the dips and curves of her body to slip between the heat of her thighs, “… or maybe you have somewhere else in mind?”
I hope she has lots of places in mind.
Later, after a long shower together, which included a spectacular deep throat blowjob that left me weak-kneed and literally sliding down the tiled wall, we’re both dressed.
Jas is looking particularly cute in my T-shirt and shorts, so she doesn’t have to wear her green dress on the walk back to her bungalow.
But now comes the awkward part as I stand in the doorway of my bungalow, feeling unsure of what happens next. Even after everything we’ve done together, I’m not sure if Jas will want more or if this is really it. I’m not ready for us to be done yet.
Deciding to jump feet first into the difficult questions, I ask, “Are you interested in a renegotiation of our one-time deal?”
With her hand on her hip and her perfectly shaped brow raised, she repeats, “A renegotiation of our one-time deal. What exactly did you have in mind?”
Surprisingly, she seems open to the idea and my ability to think quickly on my feet comes in handy as I suggest, “Maybe one more time tonight?”
