Page 53 of Book Boyfriend
“I don’t wanna sleep. I wanna taste your pussy.”
I kiss his cheek. “Another day.”
“No, now.” He smirks and his perfect white teeth glisten. I kiss his lips because I can’t help myself and he pulls me over to the side of the bed. He presses his lips to mine as his tongue invades my mouth. His hand cups my breast as he starts to unbutton my shirt.
“Fisher, please stop. You’re too drunk.”
He pauses and gazes into my eyes. “Don’t say no. I want to be with you.” His forehead creases and his words get breathy. “Please stay with me.” He’s begging and it’s so, so hot.
“I’ll tell you what? I’ll stay here with you tonight, but you have to go to sleep. Deal?”
“How about I sleep after I make love to you?” He kisses and licks my neck.
“No, you get to sleep next to me. No sex. Not until you’re sober.”
He nods in defeat and snuggles his face into the crook of my neck. A few seconds later, he’s snoring lightly. His leg is draped over me and my hand is trapped underneath him. I try to move, but he’s dead weight. I guess I should have thought this through a little better. Now what do I do?
The sound of a flushing toilet startles me awake. I’m lying on my stomach, fully dressed and on top of the covers. Fisher isn’t in the bed. It’s dark in the room, but I can see a little from the streetlight shining through the curtains as well as from the light under the bathroom door. I rub my eyes. I must have fallen asleep.
“Hey,” he says as he walks back toward the bed.
I push up into a sitting position, still rubbing my eyes.
“Sorry about that,” he says shyly. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “You were cute.”
He lies down next to me and pulls the covers over his legs and waist. “That’s not how I remember it.”
“I guess I should go. What time is it?”
“It’s 3:00 a.m. I don’t want you driving home this late. Will you stay? I promise to behave myself.”
I smile and nod. “Yeah, I’ll stay. Do you mind if I borrow a shirt?”
“Take anything you want. Top drawer.” He tightens his grip on his pillow, pushing it into a ball under his head.
I pull out the first shirt on top and go into the bathroom to change. After I pee, I take a look in the mirror. My makeup is smudged all over my face. I look like a whore from eighteenth century France.
I do my best to wash my face and change out of my clothes. I’m thankful his T-shirt is too big for me and covers enough to make me feel okay about walking back to him.
I place my clothes on the chair and walk back to the bed. His eyes are closed. I do my best to carefully pull back the covers on my side and he stirs awake. Noticing what I’m trying to do, he reaches over and helps me pull them back. I slide inside and in an instant I feel the heat of his body next to me. He’s so warm.
“Your feet are cold,” he whispers as he pulls me closer.
“I know. They always are.”
“That’s good to know.” He’s groggy and adorable.
He spoons me from behind. His warm breath fans my hair and I smile as I close my eyes. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
I squint as I open my eyes to daylight. Fisher isn’t in bed and I’m sad. I must have been sleeping harder than usual.
I roll over as he steps out of the bathroom wearing jeans and no shirt. By the steam in the air I can tell he’s freshly showered. He’s brushing his teeth, but it doesn’t stop him from smiling at me. “G’ morning.”
“Hi.”
He spits in the sink and walks over to me, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Did you sleep okay?”
