Page 53 of Come Back to Bed
She stops in front of her sofa and pushes me down onto it. Still no lights. I know she isn’t shy about her body. Maybe she’s trying to make this more impersonal. That’s probably it.
Also fine with me.
She feels as good as she looks. Her hands are smooth and deliberate, exploratory and unwavering. All my other sense are heightened.
She removes my shirt, leans down and presses herself lightly against my chest while unzipping my pants. She has taken her top and bra off, teasing me by brushing her erect nipples against my bare skin. When I reach for them, she pushes me away. When I try to bring her closer, she moves my hands and places them behind my head. Somebody wants to be in control tonight…
I lean back and lift my ass up so she can tug my pants and boxers down. Now she’s removing my shoes so she can take my pants off completely. She is nothing if not thorough, and I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. This might be retaliation for when I took my time with her last weekend. No good deed goes unpunished.
Her hands move up my legs to my thighs. She pushes my knees apart, and I feel her settle herself down in between them. I have to grip the back of the sofa to keep from rocketing to the ceiling when her warm tongue meets the tip of my cock. I groan out her name, just once, before I lose the ability to form words. An asteroid could hit Manhattan and I wouldn’t notice anything besides this feeling of Bernadette’s mouth and hands on me and the sweet sounds she’s making as if she’s genuinely enjoying it as much as I am. Every inch of my dick and balls are enthusiastically being attended to. My hands are in her hair and I can’t think of anything that has ever felt this good. She is an artist in so many ways.
I’m not sure how much time has passed—somewhere between thirty seconds and infinity—but as much as I’m loving what she’s doing to me, I need to do something before I detonate. As if she can read my filthy thoughts, I can hear her reach for my pants. She hands them to me and I pull out the condom that I just happened to have in my wallet.
I clasp my hands onto the sides of her waist as she lowers herself down onto me, oh so slowly, and I savor her tight wet hold on me before asking: “You want to keep taking this slow?”
“Oh hell no.”
Thank God.
She bears down on me and we find a rhythm for a while and then I get to work rocking my hips up and down, one hand on her shoulder one on the back of the sofa, in an attempt to anchor it. I really hope there are felt pads on the bottom of this sofa, because it’s not staying still tonight.
“You…are…such…a…show-off!” she manages to exclaim, in between breathless gasps.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
She laughs, briefly, until I ramp things up. I’m thrusting like my life depends on it, carefully raise her up and flip her around so I can squeeze her breasts from behind while she’s bouncing up and down on my cock. I reach down to apply pressure to her clit. I wait until she’s done with her chorus of “Oh God! Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh my God—Matt!” before maneuvering her so her knees are bent on the sofa, make sure her hands are holding onto the back of it. And now that I’m standing, I grip her hips as I slam into her with so much drive to connect with this woman it overwhelms me. When I come it’s such a release, I am louder than usual. When we’re done, we are both drenched in sweat. She’s collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily into my neck. I’m exhausted and I probably pulled a muscle in my lower back, but I still can’t stop touching her.
“Well that was fun,” she says, and I’m treated to another throaty laugh, and then she falls quiet and still.
I grunt in agreement. There’s nothing I can say that would match how I feel right now, and there certainly isn’t an emoji for it. I’m high on the scent of her and she’ll need to come up with a really valid reason for me to remove my hands from her perfect peach of an ass.
A few minutes later, once our heartbeats and breaths have slowed, she pulls away from me and I feel the cool air rush in between us when she comes up with a very valid reason.
“Well…You should probably go check on Daisy…Right?”
“Right,” I say, feeling around for my pants. “I’ll let you get to your binge-watching.”
I give her a quick kiss before finding my way to the door, in the dark.
“Good night,” she says. “Thanks.”
I can’t help but laugh. “My pleasure.” I know most of my buddies would put up a statue in Bernadette’s honor if they knew how cool she is about this kind of situation. I have no complaints.
We don’t want to get too attached. I’ll have to move to a new place eventually, maybe even soon, and this arrangement probably won’t work if it isn’t as convenient as it is now. She’s probably still obsessed with her boss, and surely one day he’ll realize what a catch she is and snatch her up. How could he not?
When I open the door to my aunt’s apartment, Daisy is waiting for me in the hallway, shaking her bum, jumping and twirling around, ready to lick my face off and then go outside for a quick late-night walk.
Maybe this is the perfect situation for me.
Maybe this is all I need—an interesting woman to have amazing casual sex with, and a dog that I can love with all my heart.
Daisy tilts her head at me, blinks and snorts, as if to say: “That’s basically what I’ve been telling you all along, dummy.”
