Page 60 of A Very No Strings Halloween
I think about nodding, but then I remember that I never want to move my head. Ever. “Yeah.”
“You got it, Red.” He places his mouth on my mouth again. And then he parts my lips with the tip of his tongue and kisses me slowly and deeply, exactly the way I want and need to be kissed. The weight of his body presses me into the mattress and nothing hurts anymore. I no longer feel like a corpse, I feel languid and sultry. Except there’s that growing pressure between my legs. A gently throbbing ache. I want to engulf him with my vulva. But in my sleep, without moving or taking my clothes off.
“I am so fucking glad you’re still with me,” he whispers when he pauses for air. Then he kisses my cheek and my jaw and my neck.
I open my eyes. My vision is blurry, but hishandsome, stubbly face comes into focus. His wavy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. “Hey. Somebody drew aWon your forehead. ForWilliam?”
“That’s not aW.” He grins and gently kisses my forehead. “That’s a butt. You said it was a portrait ofmybutt, in fact.”
“Oh. Your butt’s much nicer than that.”
“Thank you.” He kisses down my neck again, fondling and kissing my breasts over my shirt.
“Why wouldn’t I be with you?” I ask, shutting my eyes again because I have a clearer picture of him when my eyes are closed. My fingers find his hair, the back of his neck.
He’s breathing so heavily now. “Donna,” he exhales. “I know you don’t feel good, but I wanna fuck you so bad right now. It’ll be real fast but also real slow, I promise. I’ll barely take your clothes off and you don’t have to move—you can go back to sleep if you want. I just think I’ll die if I can’t be inside you.”
“Yes. I want that. Yes.”
“Oh, thank God.”
“Billy?”
“Yeah?”
My mouth started moving before my brain could catch up, but I think I know what I want to say. Before I can second-guess myself, I just say it. “I haven’t been with anyone else since we started doing this…” I am too tired to brace myself for his response.
“Yeah? Me neither, baby. It’s just you now.”
Oh, thank Christ.“Good. Put it in me.”
“Fuckin’ A. I will.” He carefully tugs at my sweatpants.
Sweatpants? I’m wearing sweatpants. They feel like big sweatpants. I definitely was not wearing these when I left my apartment. “Whose pants am I wearing?”
“I really don’t know,” he says as he continues to pull them and my panties down to my thighs. “When we were giving those tourists that late-night Freedom Trail tour you kept complaining that your jeans were too tight, and next thing I know you were wearing these sweatpants under your Continental army coat and you said you needed to go to an ATM because you gave Nelson your last five pounds.”
I have no memory of that.
And I don’t care because Billy’s hot, hard cock is already pressing inside of me and I didn’t have to open my eyes or move, just like I wanted.
He moans, and it’s so sexy. It’s too loud, but it’s so sexy how relieved he is just being inside me. “This okay?” he asks as he barely moves his hips. It’s so, so sexy.
“Very. Mouth,” I demand.
He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around him while he fucks me in slow motion. Or I guess this is what they call making love. It’s so good. My blood ispumping again, to the rhythm of his thrusts, and I’m coming alive. Billy is slowly fucking me back to life, and I didn’t have to ask him.
This is the part of being in a relationship that I’d forgotten about. Being in bed with someone, two warm bodies joining together with no big discussion, no fanfare. It feels like a dream. I don’t know what time it is, I don’t even know what day it is, I just know that last night was thrilling chaos and this is the sexiest kind of peace I’ve ever experienced. I never felt this connected to Trevor, ever.
“Why does this feel so fucking good?” he groans quietly. “I gotta move more. Okay?”
“Yes.” I rock my hips and squeeze my thighs together.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he whispers.
“Come inside me, Billy. Don’t pull out. Okay?” I want to sayI love you. I want to say so many things, and I’d like to think it’s just the hangover that’s preventing me from saying them.
Heat radiates through my body from my belly, and I have a deep, slow, expansive orgasm. Different from anything I’ve had before, but it happens right along with Billy’s shudder and heavy sighs. Time stands still, or maybe I fall asleep for a minute, or maybe this really was a dream.
