Page 59 of Come Back to Bed
I want a lot, when it comes to you, Bernadette. It surprises me. You surprise me.
I wish you were here in bed with me now.
And on and on, I write until my thumb starts to cramp up, and even when I’m done I’m not ready to face the rest of the night alone without her.
She needs her space, I know that. I don’t want her to come over and take care of me again. I just have to know that she’s there. I reach for my laptop, which is on the floor by the bed. I double-click on iMessages and re-read our past conversations while eating a cookie. We’ve got chemistry, there’s no doubt about that. I wipe the cookie dust from my fingers and get ready to make contact.
Me: You awake?
BF: Did you sleep?
Me: Yes. I feel great.
BF: Do you need anything?
Me: Yes. Are you on your bed?
BF: Yes.
Me: Good. Stay there.
Me: Are you naked?
BF: No.
Me: Unacceptable. Take off your clothes.
BF: Bossy.
Me: Just getting started. Do it or I’ll come over and take them off for you.
BF: Stay right where you are, mister.
BF: Okay. I’m naked. Happy now?
Me: Are you thinking about me?
BF:
Me: I want you to touch yourself. Be loud so I can hear you.
BF:
Me: Don’t be shy. Don’t hold back. Don’t think about anything but me touching you. It’s all I can think about.
Me: I want you to gently circle your breast with the fingers of one hand. Reach down to stroke your clit with the other. Imagine me doing this to you. Then picture me cupping your breasts as I kiss those perky nipples. I kiss them hard and hungry because I’ve been craving them, and then soft and slow because I’m getting exactly what I need and I like it. I like the way you taste and I like the way you smell. I like the way you sound when you’re licking and sucking and I love the way you sound when I make you come. Now imagine me kissing a trail down between your legs, still cupping your tits, and I lightly blow on your clit before I French kiss your sweet lower lips until you scream and swear like a marine.
She doesn’t write back, and I take that as a good sign.
That should get her in the mood, if she wasn’t already in it.
I turn my head towards the vent.
I can’t hear anything. She’s taking her time, and that’s good.
A few seconds later, I hear a draw slam shut and that little jackhammer’s getting to work.
Well now, Miss Bernadette.
