Page 53 of The Stars in the Sky
Torture
"WILL?"
"Yeah, darlin'," he said in my ear, as he tucked in behind me in his vintage bed. We’d both showered after he’d fucked the confession out of me, and now dry but clean, we lay naked in his bed.
I wiggled into his warm body and let out a deep breath. This idea had come to me while we were showering and the more I thought about it, the more I had to do it, even if I didn't really want to. "I need something."
"Anything," he replied immediately, nibbling on my ear and making his way down to my neck, biting it gently, his hands tracing the curves of my side. I could feel him start to stiffen again behind me, even though he’d held me up in the shower not thirty minutes ago and fucked me against the wall until I had cried out, again and again.
"You're not going to like it."
He stiffened. "Tell me."
"Here's the thing. You're stunning. You distract me with sex. But I need to know that we can get along without it. As a couple, I mean. Because if it's only sex, then it needs to stay that way. If it's not, though, well, I need to know."
He looked at me curiously. "So what do you want?"
I took a deep breath and let it out. "I want you to date me."
He smiled in relief and hugged me close. "'Course, baby. I want to do that."
"No. I want you to date me and just date me." I rolled over on my other side, body to body, facing him, and looked at him.
"What does that mean?"
I got embarrassed for a moment and looked down to his chest. "No sex."
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. "What do you mean, no sex?"
"I'm serious, Will. I want to go out on dates. I want to get to know you. Go to restaurants. Do couple things. Not just fuck."
He put a finger under my chin and lifted my head up to look at him; he looked confused. "Let me get this straight. We have the best fuckin' sex I've ever had in my life and you want to quit? What kind of fuckin' game is that?"
"It's not a game," I said, quietly and sincerely. "If it were a game, I wouldn't tell you what I wanted. I would just be playing you for no reason."
He shrugged. "Fair enough. Don't like it though."
"This is more like an experiment. To see if there is more to us than just physical compatibility. If we can get past the Will-is-a-Republican and Marie-is-a-Democrat shit. And if it works, then cool, we'll know. If not, well, then we'll know too."
He looked at me and winced. "I don't know if I can do that. After having a taste of you, fuck, I don't want to let you go."
That was sweet. "You're not letting me go. Not permanently. Just for a little bit. I want to see, you know, what it's like just to date you. I want to spend time with you. I want to find out how far apart we are on our issues. I want to sleep with you in this bed, just sleeping, not fucking."
"You want to torture me.”
"It will be torture for me too," I whispered. "But I have to know. I have to know if there is something more here than just physical attraction."
He blew out a breath. "Okay. For how long?"
I thought about it. "Two weeks? That's as long as I’ve known you, practically. Next week we have the kids from the ASD program and after that we have the kids from East Los Angeles. Then we have a week break. So after the L.A. kids go home?"
"I'm going to have the biggest fuckin' blue balls on the planet if we do that. I can't keep my hands off of you. You know that George Strait song? No of course you don't. Well, he has a song, 'I Get Carried Away.' That's how I feel about you."
I was going to have to listen to that song and think about what that meant, but I knew that I liked it. As I lay there, I had an inspiration. "What if I make you a deal?"
"Yeah?" He nuzzled my neck.
I said it all in a rush. "You make it just over two weeks with me spending the night here, and no sex, and you take me out and I take you out and we spend time together, and come Friday after the L.A. kids leave, if we still like each other and want to continue this, I'll let you do anything sexually to me that you want."
