Thick

When we cuddled up on the sofa I fought to keep my eyes open, thinking if I fell asleep he might say something like it’s time to go to bed. I didn’t want to go to bed because I was enjoying being pressed into his warm body. All too soon, though, sleep won and I passed out next to him.

When I woke up in the middle of the night with him wrapped around me, it was the sweetest sensation I’d ever felt. Then need swirled inside of me and I wanted his touch him everywhere. My whole body throbbed and I tried to go into the bathroom and take care of it myself because I didn’t want to wake him. He was sleeping so peacefully.

When I touched myself it wasn’t like when Bull kissed me between my legs. I stripped off my clothes, put his shirt on, and planned to crawl back on the sofa with him. I wanted to try and slowly wake him up, but he did it on his own when he saw me coming back from the bathroom. Thinking about last night has my nipples tightening. I’m still wet between my legs and I want him again.

“Bull,” I call out but don’t hear anything.

Sitting up again, I crawl across the bed and slowly stand. My muscles are a little sore and my sex throbs. I’m not sure if it’s because of what we did or the need I have to do it all over again.

“Bull?” I call out again but still don’t hear him.

I rub my eyes as I walk into his bathroom and I pause when I see myself. I stare into the giant mirror and notice my lips are swollen and my boobs look bigger. There are a few small love bites on my breasts, and as I look myself over, I actually feel like a woman.

Now I need to find my man. I don’t see Bull taking off without good reason or without telling me. Maybe he had to run and get something? Since I asked him to kiss me he’s been practically pressed against me. It only intensified when I agreed with him that maybe I did need someone looking out for me. We said it in a teasing moment but deep down it felt real.

I’d been excited to start a new life without my mom and dad hovering over me, but I don’t know why I thought I had to do it by myself. I don’t want to if I can have Bull. When he dotes on me and takes care of me it feels different. I want to do the same to him. We’re opposites that offset the other, but I know we’re made for each other. We might look funny standing next to each other, but we work.

I find one of his shirts and slip it on over my head, then I walk through the apartment and check every room. Without him here this place feels way too big and I don’t like it. I worry my lip between my teeth when I don’t find him and wonder where he could’ve gone. I don’t even have his phone number and I don’t even have my phone with me. I left it at my place and I pray my mom hasn’t tried to call.

I decide to pop next door and grab it really quick but stop. It feels weird to leave his place and come back if he’s not here. I should go home and wait for him to get back. For all I know I freaked him out after I pushed him last night. I practically begged him to cum inside of me. My thighs clench together and I can still feel his release between my legs. How many times had he come inside me? At one point I wasn’t sure if he ever stopped coming.

I still don’t know if he ever got his cock all the way inside of me. I wasn’t sure if we could fit together at all but after last night, I know it’s perfect. I might not have taken him all the way inside of me last night, but we’ll get there eventually. But even if we don’t it’s enough for me.

What if it isn’t enough for him?

The single thought steals the air from my lungs. That can’t be right. I push that thought from my head, unwilling to believe it. I know he enjoyed last night as much as I did. I glance around the room, seeing my things here and there, and I grab my shorts and pull then back on but they are pointless with how big Bull’s shirt is on me. I look around for my panties, but don’t see them anywhere.

“Oh!” I’m so excited when I find a note sitting on the table with my name on it.