Page 62 of The Devastation You Reap
I hate that a little bit of guilt trickles through me, but I never expected to actually like this woman. Like this, right now, it's easy to forget about who she is and what she did to me. It's too easy to get swept away in her innocence, her purity.
Reaching for my jersey that's hanging over the side of her bed, I hold it up for her and slip it over her head, allowing her to cover up.
"Thank you," she mouths.
"If you really want me to leave, I will. Or, we could put Netflix on and just hang out."
"But…" She looks down at where she's still sitting across my lap.
"I told you, I wanted to make you feel good. And, I'm pretty sure I did."
A shy smile curls at her lips confirming what I already know.
"I don't expect anything in return other than your company. I'm happy to go at your pace with this."
She studies me, her eyes bouncing between mine and then dropping to my lips as her fingertip brushes against my bottom one.
"Who are you, Leon Dunn?"
"Just a guy who's enjoying spending time with you."
She smiles, lowering her head so she's able to hide behind her hair.
Tucking it all behind her ears, I duck down so she has no choice but to look at me again.
"You're beautiful, Macie. You don't ever have to hide from me."
Finding her lips once again, I kiss her until she relaxes and I lay us both back on the bed.
The suggestion of putting the TV on is long forgotten as we continue making out. Her earlier regret seems to vanish as her hands trail over me, familiarizing herself with all the lines and muscles of my body.
I let her take the lead and neither of us push to take it any further.
I have no idea how much time has passed when she finally pushes up onto her elbow and stares down at me. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and I know instantly that she's trying to drum up the courage to ask me something.
"What is it, Red?" I ask, cupping her cheek and running my thumb over her swollen bottom lip.
"Do… do you have to leave?"
"No, baby. I don't have to do anything."
She nods shyly. "O-okay. W-would you… would you stay? With me?"
"I don't want to be anywhere else."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Well… I could do with using your bathroom."
She presses her hand against my chest and sits up.
"Go," she says with a laugh, pointing toward the door.
Her eyes follow me as I pad across the room, my cock trying to burst out of my pants with every step I take making me wonder briefly if I just made a colossal mistake in agreeing to this.
I probably would have been better off going home and jerking off a few times to the image of her grinding down on me in the hope of taking the edge off.
Stopping at the doorway, I turn back and look at her sitting in the middle of her small bed, her hair a mess, her makeup smeared, her lips swollen from my kiss and her body covered in my jersey.
