Page 55 of Sugar Pie
We’d agreed to adding sex to our friendship, and I wanted him. He helped and tugged his boxer briefs with them so both hit the ground.
I traced his legs and stared at his penis with intensity. He was hard and ready for me. Until Warren, I’d thought stories of a man’s organs growing bigger were fiction. Warren showed me the truth every time we were together. Excitement spread through me, and I gently kissed it.
He reached down and cupped my elbows to help me stand. I caressed his body as I followed him, but I left small butterfly kisses on his muscular body as I did.
Then he held me close, and our lips and tongues met, sending me into overdrive as we lay on the bed. I clung to him, though a thrill rushed through me as he helped me remove my jeans and tossed them on the floor. I wiggled my panties off so we were both naked.
A flutter rushed in my heart as our hands explored each other. For the first time in my life, I yearned, and it wasn’t just for his delicious body to join mine. Every one of my dreams included him, as if he was the missing part of my soul that had finally shown up.
I wanted to speed up. A craze rushed me, and I climbed on top of him and slipped his cock into my center.
And in that second when he thrust deep inside me, my body exploded. I lost the ability to think, my body was tingling everywhere, and the world was an unrecognizable swirl beside him. Even the air smelled sweeter than cake.
My climax came fast, and so did his.
Then I collapsed onto him, and he held me tightly until I went to sleep.
* * *
An hour or so later, I woke up and sighed. It was dark, but my body still hummed from earlier. I blinked and smiled up at him. Warren was the best person I’d ever met in my life. It wasn’t his job to fix me, though. I opened my lips to tell him, but his phone rang. I giggled, as it was my mother who had called the previous night. “Guess it’s your night.”
He picked up his phone and glanced at the ceiling. “My father already called me today. Hold on.”
Good.I rushed to the bathroom to clean up and spray on a little perfume. I didn’t close the door, though, and I heard Warren talking. “No. Tell them to stay out.”
Stay out? Is his family nearby?I covered myself for a second but then jumped back into bed and slid under the blanket. “What’s going on?”
Warren let out a small sigh but seemed tight-lipped. For a second, my heart was the only thing I heard, but then he said, “He wants me to come home.”
Maybe I was missing something. “Visiting isn’t a bad thing.”
He shook his head. “It’s not. He’s worried about me, but he doesn’t need to be.”
Maybe I misunderstood earlier, but “stay out” burned in my mind. I decided to ignore it. “Did you tell him about me?”
He laughed, curled his arms around me, and squeezed me. “Yeah. I said if I do go, I’m not going without you.”
I hoped I could figure myself out quickly. I glanced at him and wondered whether he saw me as a rescue project or if he truly loved me. I didn’t see a confident or smart woman when I saw myself in the mirror. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask, but I kissed his cheek instead. “That’s sweet.”
He winked. “I thought so.”
My lips tingled for a kiss, but I heard his stomach growl. I tapped on his side and sat up. “I heard that. We’d better eat.”
I grabbed a shirt off the floor and tugged it on.
He grabbed his boxer briefs and said, “I worked fast to get back to you.”
I winked and curled my finger toward him so he would follow me. “Then you’ll need your strength.” I opened the door then walked to grab bowls and spoon dinner out of the slow cooker.
He then said, as he grabbed the wine and silverware, “Fair enough. My father is just worried.”
“About?”
“A gossip blogger. I told him it didn’t matter, but if you ever need me during the day, you can call or text.”
“I’m not interesting enough for gossip to get any money if they talked about me.” But I nodded. “If something happens here, you’ll be the first I call.”
“Good.” He came back for the wine glasses.
