Page 47 of Come Back to Bed
“If you don’t like rules then we shouldn’t do this again.”
“That’s not what I meant. I don’t know if you know this, but lawyers uphold the law, and laws are rules. I’ll have no problem abiding by those rules, I’d just like to add a more positive one to the mix, if I may.”
“Go on.”
“If you’re here in this apartment and I make you come so hard that you pass out, I will allow you to stay here until you regain consciousness, even if it requires sleeping here overnight.”
Although it is in my nature to guffaw at that kind of statement, I don’t. Because I now know that it is completely within the realm of possibility that he could make me come so hard that I pass out. “That is…bold and generous of you, and right back atcha. Okay, Esquire.” I reach over to pat his leg. “Thanks for the sex, neighbor. I’m gonna begin my five-second walk of shame now.”
He starts to get out of bed.
“Don’t get up. I can see myself out.”
“Oh, I’m going to see you out. I want to make sure you don’t take Daisy with you.” He smirks as he steps into his underpants, and I really wish he hadn’t gotten up, because now I can’t look away from his beautiful exposed body. Seeing all of it like this, while he’s standing, in the amber glow of the bedside lamp is just so damned awe-inspiring.
He crosses his arms in front of his bare chest, silently daring me to continue on out the door, but I can see that he too is having second thoughts about my departure.
I play with the bottom of my pajama top, cross one leg in front of the other. “I mean…I’m not tired yet, are you?”
“I don’t have to get up early.”
I am back in his bed and naked again in three seconds.
* * *
I’m back in my apartment before the sun comes up, but I still feel wide awake.
Looking at myself in the mirror again, this time the woman staring back at me has tousled hair, flushed cheeks, swollen red lips that are pulled into a huge smile, and the skin on my chin is pink from scraping against my neighbor’s stubble.
When not in the throes of ecstasy, I’ve been trying to keep my cool with Matt. He is well aware of all the orgasms I had, but I didn’t exactly weep or squeal with glee in his presence. Now that I’m alone, I drop the act and quietly leap and twirl around my living room. I may even fist-pump a few times, because that’s what you do when something awesome has happened.
That was so much more than what I usually got from my friends with benefits! What I usually get is the sexual equivalent of a cold pizza midnight snack. What that was is the sexual equivalent of the tasting menu at Le Bernardin.
I run into my bedroom, jump onto my bed and do a quiet little jig, becausedamnthat was the best sex I’ve ever had!
But also.
Damn.
That was the best sex I’ve ever had.
