Page 18 of Lovesick
But that wouldn’t be any fun for either of us. Keeping it slow, I began to fuck her, using my lips and teeth to explore every inch of her chest and making gasps of my own when she used those nails.
This had been a long time coming, and I wanted to feel every wonderful, sensual second of it. Hard as it was to keep things slow with a certain part of me literally throbbing with every thrust, I managed it. I wanted this moment to last forever…and I wanted her to be ready, and tell me she was ready.
She didn’t tell me. She showed me. Her hips lifted off the ground to meet my thrusts. A needy little moan escaped her lips, and I looked down to see her doing some kind of adorable furrowing thing with her eyebrows that made me want to give her anything she wanted.
So I moved my hips harder and faster. Once I had that on lock, I worked on my technique - I pulled almost all the way out before I plunged back inside her, my hard cock gleaming with her juices.
From her reaction, I could tell it felt good - just not good enough. She would need a little something else to get as far as she could go. I took one hand off her hip, slid it up to her breast and gave it a squeeze, then back down to her clit.
We had spent so long searching each others’ bodies, and the foreplay had definitely got me going…but it had really got her going too, apparently. I felt her getting close in seconds, and I kept doing exactly what I was doing, pounding in and out and rubbing little circles.
She came, and she came hard. Her nails dug into my arm, her back arched, and her walls wrapped tight around me and kept me deep inside her until she relaxed with a moan. Then I quickened my rhythm.
I had just enough time to smile and feel triumphant at my accomplishment before my own orgasm slammed into my consciousness and sent it skidding. My body went on autopilot, and my mind shut down after welcoming the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My head filled with warm fluff, and my whole body shivered and then tensed from head to toe, locking me into place until Maggie’s touch brought me back.
I had just enough energy not to fall down on top of her. Instead, I plopped onto the blankets beside her, immediately exhausted. Our hard breathing filled the quiet woods.
“We can’t sleep here, can we?” Maggie asked, her voice a little slurred.
“Not really…but we can cuddle for a while.” She scooted backward into my arms and held the one I wrapped around her chest. I couldn’t resist cupping my hand over one of her breasts, even if I didn’t have the strength for anything else.
“A short nap?”
“A short nap,” I agreed, already halfway there myself.
“Marty.”
“Yeah?”
“Is my butt really sexy?”
“Maggie Fontenot, you have the sexiest butt of any woman alive.”
“...Cool.”
Chapter Nine
Maggie
Usually, a long break revitalized me and made it easier to throw myself back into the commitment of nursing school with a will. I wasn’t afraid of hard work and long days, but sometimes I started to get burnt out. I had been feeling that way during the week before Mardi Gras, and the two days we got off to celebrate hadn’t been enough to give me the break I needed.
Then, spring break had rolled around. Normally, a weeklong break would have been absolutely perfect. I would have relaxed at home, cooked with my mom, done some shopping, handled one or two adult responsibilities that I had been putting off due to a lack of time… Generally surrounded myself with low-key, simple things that had no impact on my future as a successful nursing student. By the end of the week, I would even have been a little restless - unsure of what to do with myself all day and ready to return to the grind and put the next six weeks before the end of the term.
But then, something had happened. Spring break was way too short. I had run into Marty and ended up spending the whole week reconnecting with him. And I was so disappointed the week was over that even right now, in Tulane University’s library on a Monday evening, I could feel my chest tighten. If I focused on that feeling, it turned into a dull ache that pushed me to call Marty, just to hear his voice.
I had been so worried those last couple days of break. Friday had been perfect and dreamy, everything I had ever imagined or hoped for…and then, the next day, I had woken up with a sick pit in my stomach with no idea how to deal with it.
Technically, I got just what I wanted. I’d gone on my spring break and had a spring fling of my own, just like Zoe and Abigail. Now, it was time to take a step back, get refocused and throw myself back into the task of finishing my rotations, passing my nursing board exam and graduating.
I’d gotten what I wanted…but it made me want more. Marty was intelligent, caring and funny - not to mention handsome - and I couldn’t imagine meeting another guy like him, not even if I spent years and years dating. I had known that during our special summer together, but I still decided to leave for nursing school.
Yesterday, Sunday afternoon after we finished closing the shop for the last time I would work there, Marty and I had gone out for dinner. All week, we had avoided any talk of him and me- us, together or not together. We had just enjoyed ourselves and lived like the week was forever, and it had taken us until Sunday to admit that all good things come to an end.
That was when I had realized I needed to make a choice. I could say “Thanks for dinner,” give Marty a friendly hug and let us part as friends - or, I could make it clear that I wanted to see him again.
I had gone with the second option. He had agreed to visit me next weekend and meet my two best friends.
That meant that…whatever we had between us, both of us were willing to keep trying to see each other and possibly try to work something out. I had no clue how we could make an hour’s drive and two totally different jobs work, but…Well, we didn’t have to worry about that yet. I didn’t want to stop talking to Marty and spending time with him. I didn’t want us to be just a fling.
