Page 121 of The First Time
Chapter Twenty
Kit
Alot of women have fallen asleep in close proximity. Never during sex.
After, yeah.
Or while I stepped out to swallow another handful of pills.
Downers relax you enough to make it easy to fall asleep on top of a stranger.
Besides the occasional pride of fucking a woman so thoroughly she couldn't keep her eyes open, I never liked having a stranger fall asleep in my arms.
It was weird. Wrong. An intimacy that went beyond our implicit agreement.
But Piper resting her head on my shoulder and falling asleep in my arms— that feels right.
Good.
Like it's where she belongs.
Where I belong.
She's still new to sex, but I'm the one who's inexperienced. I've held a woman before, but not like this.
Not even in the same fucking universe as this.
She stirs but doesn't wake. Her palm presses flat against my side.
Her lips part with a sigh.
Then—
Oh, fuck this is adorable.
She's snoring.
I hold her steady until she rouses.
Her fingers curl into my sides. She drags her hand over my torso and up my chest.
Her eyes blink open. She smiles at me then she's taking in the tattoo on my shoulder. She traces the lines with a tender touch. "Does it mean anything?" She sits up straight. Her blue eyes get wide. "Aren't lilies funeral flowers?"
I nod.
She looks up at me. "Did you lose someone?"
"Yeah, but that's not exactly it."
Her voice gets soft, sweet. "You don't have to tell me."
She purrs as I run my fingers through her hair.
Her eyes flutter closed.
Her tongue slides over her lips.
The pleasure that spreads over her face is equal parts hungry and satisfied. It's not like when she comes—nothing will ever compare to watching Piper come.
