Page 46 of Come Back to Bed
I whimper and quiver when I feel the tip of his tongue on my clit, and then he proceeds to do so many wonderful things to my vagina that I fear I might black out. The concentrated tremors quickly become full body quakes, and while I’m in the middle of what feels like an eternal orgasm, I barely notice when he pulls away from me to put on a condom and then he’s pushed me up to the center of the bed and inside of me when I’m mid-shockwave. He slides in quite easily, despite his size, and the mild burning sensation makes me sharply suck in my breath but the heat of it melts away the pain quickly. The way he moves in and out so smoothly—not too quick and not too slowly—feels the way I’ve always wanted sex to feel. It’s like we’re made for each other, if only in our nether regions.
I clench around him, relishing the hissing sound he makes as he arches up and drops his head back. His hands are around my head, tugging on my hair, while his abs are doing all the work here and now I get exactly why an eight-pack is so useful. I’m not even self-conscious about all the crazy sounds that are coming out of my mouth, because Matt McGovern is panting and moaning too. My feet are gripping the mattress by his thighs as I move my hips with him and I squeal as he suddenly grabs one of my ankles and brings my leg around so that I’m on my elbows and knees and he is so deep inside of me, hands on my hips. I cry out because it’s such an unfamiliar feeling of dull pleasure that spreads from inside my abdomen, radiating all over. I haven’t said “oh god” so many times in a row in my life, but somehow it feels like if I say Matt’s name out loud it would be too intimate. He has complete control over my body, but I still feel like he’s totallywithme and not just trying to gratify some primal need for release, although it’s definitely that too.
Despite his patience and skill, I can tell he hasn’t done this in a while. My body can recognize that sense of urgency, because surely it’s not just about being with me. When he flips me over onto my back again, he places both of my legs straight up on either side of his head and plows into me. I’m so tight around him, and I want to tell him it’s okay for him to come now, but I am overtaken by a tidal wave of bliss, over and over, until I am so unaware of where I end and he begins that it doesn’t feel necessary to talk anymore.
It’s the place I’ve always wanted to get to with my art, and somehow this person that I barely know has managed to take me there, right here in this bed.
* * *
An hour later, I’m on my back and I have to raise my head to check to see if my body not only feels, but actuallylookslike jelly. My mind really is blown, but my entire skeleton may also have dissolved. That’s some pretty gross imagery, considering how good and beautiful I feel. I stare back up at the ceiling, and then turn my head to look at Matt, who lies beside me. He seems happy but annoyingly unshaken. I guess he’s better at hiding it when his world has been rocked. He places his hands behind his head and grins, aware that I’m watching him.
“That was not at all disappointing,” he says.
Understatement of the century.
“I have no complaints,” I say casually. “It’s like there was a whole army of you down there, at one point.”
“I’m good at multi-tasking. You’re not so bad yourself. I think you might be the best neighbor I’ve ever had.”
“You have definitely rocketed to a solid spot on my Top Ten list…It’s kind of an aphrodisiac, actually.”
“What is?”
“Knowing it can’t go anywhere. It’s freeing.”
“I’m glad you brought up this arrangement.”
“Uh,youwere the one who brought it up.”
“I mean, you gave me the idea.”
I hike myself up on one elbow. “Matt McGovern! Are you telling me you’ve never had a no-strings arrangement like this before?”
“I’m not telling you anything.”
“Oh, come on. You haven’t. I can tell. I mean, you clearly have very little sexual experience, because you barely managed to pull off whatever you want to call that stuff you did just now...” I wish I could have said that with a straight face. We both laugh, because obviously it was a joke. When the laughing subsides, I get up and put my underthings and pajamas back on while Matt lays back and watches. I don’t need to know about his relationship history. It’s irrelevant in this situation. Totally irrelevant.
Which is why I’m not going to ask.
“Okay, but are you just like, Mr. Boyfriend Guy, or what? I need to know what I’m dealing with here.”
He smiles. “I’ve had one-nighters, I’ve dated girls for a short period of time, I’ve dated multiple women at the same time, and I’ve had monogamous relationships. I’ve lived with one woman, once. But yeah, this will be a first for me.”
“Well. I’ll be gentle.”
“No thanks. You go right on being whatever you want to call what you were tonight.”
“Earth shatteringly hot?”
“If that’s what you want to call it.”
I sit back down at the edge of the bed and place my hands in my lap. “If this is your first no-strings thing then I should familiarize you with some ground rules.”
He fluffs up a pillow, places it behind his back so he can sit up and rest against it, then rests his chin on his knuckles like an eager student. “Go on.”
“No sleepovers. No I love you’s even if you don’t mean it. No ‘where is this going’ conversations. No conversations about feelings. No obligations regarding texting the day after sex. No dates, obviously. With each other, I mean. We don’t make plans to have sex, we just get together when it’s convenient for both of us. No public displays of affection. No blabbing about our arrangement to anyone else. If you start dating someone else, I won’t want to do this with you anymore. For the other person’s sake. And vice versa—if I happen to start seeing someone. Because that’s when things can get messy. So, if you even go on a first date with someone, I want you to tell me, or if you decide you want to start seeing Vanessa again you have to tell me first and we will end this immediately. As soon as it stops being fun and convenient, it’s over. Got it?”
“Got it. These are very negative rules.”
