Been thinking about it for days. The most fooling around Kathryn and I have done since I got out of the hospital is her giving me a blowjob two days ago. Short, sweet, and only temporarily satisfying. I want to have sex, damnit. I knew I was doing better when I went not once, but twice yesterday with my old girlfriend from high school. (You might know her. The name’s Palmela.)
Does not help Kathryn goes braless at home and wears big T-shirts to bed. Or lingerie. Or, you know, the whole showering together thing. So much naked. So many hard nipples. So much me sitting there whimpering like a whipped puppy because I haven’t stuck my dick in my girlfriend in a week. Have I mentioned how pathetic I am yet? Life’s hard. (It’s not the only thing perpetually hard right now.)
“Maybe rent a movie. Take a bath.” Kathryn bats her eyelashes at me. I don’t know why she enjoys taking a bath together so much. I mean, I’m not complaining, because it’s pretty nice to have your naked girlfriend park her hot ass against your naked thighs, but I’ll be a shower man until the day I die. “I want to cuddle up with my man and not think about anything.”
“Technically, we would cuddle and watch movies on the plane tomorrow.” My plane has a private bedroom. Great for bedding your gal at 3,000 feet in the air while your assistant slobbers all over the giant, leather sofas in the main cabin. (Seriously, know how many times I’ve walked out there to find Valerie conked out when she was supposed to be researching and working on reports for me? Even brings her own blanket. Sheesh.)
“We could. We could also do it tonight, and tomorrow night when we get home.”
“Your place or mine?”
She chuckles. “Mine, please. I miss my bed and my perfectly reasonable toilet.”
“Thought you said my bed was more comfortable.”
“Mine is more familiar.”
“Uh huh.”
I won’t argue with her, but I will say, “One day when we move in together, we’ll use my mattress because it’s so comfortable. But you can pick out the covers so it’s familiar to you.”
Kathryn stiffens. Are you shocked that the woman who has asked me not to propose to her yet is also nervous about possibly moving in together? Yet I am right. We’re using my mattress, because it’s fucking awesome.
“Tell you what,” she finally says. “If you stop talking about this stuff, we’ll go back to our room and you can take me up on my offer for anything you want.”
“What if what I want is to talk about this stuff?”
“Then I’m going to need a lot of alcohol.”
I lightly tug on her ponytail, admiring the way her chin points up and her blue eyes sparkle, even if it’s with uncertainty. I’ve pulled her hair plenty of times, usually with the ferocity of an alpha male laying claim to his mate, but today’s affection is nothing but simple adoration. Kathryn has one of the most beautiful profiles in the world. What’s wrong with admiring it, even if I have to tweak her pose a little?
“No alcohol. I want you to have all your bearings when I fuck you senseless.”
Her expression remains unchanged for a few seconds. Then, as my words sink into her brain, she says with a smile, “Says the man who was sick for days. Think you’ve got the stamina to keep up with me?”
The more she challenges me, the more I want to prove her wrong.
***
Screw an early dinner. Screw picking out a movie. As soon as we get back to our room, already losing out on precious sunlight as it disappears behind the surrounding buildings, I press the love of my life against the wall and kiss her like we both deserve.
You ever kiss your lover after a long time apart? Sure, we’ve seen each other every day on this trip, but we haven’t had a kiss like this since the night before I got sick. Even one week is too long when you’re in love and want to make the most of the moment. Helps that we’re both excellent kissers, thank you. Helps even more that I know every bit of her mouth and what feels best when we’re revving up for a hot and heavy time.
Fuck me. I’m hard already. It’s like the moment I realize I’m about to have sex everything goes haywire and I become my most base, animalistic self. Kathryn says it’s hot, though, so I’ll go ahead and let it reign.
She groans against my mouth. I groan into hers, my hands splayed against the wall as I ravage her lips and tangle with her tongue.
“Fuck me,” she groans against my throat. “Hot damn have I missed you.”
She’s talking about in the Biblical way, obviously. As a man, that soothes my manly ego a lot more than her saying “Hi baby, we haven’t been in each other’s presence in a month, and I miss you! Let’s get dinner!” A man wants to know that his woman desires him every day of her life, whether we can do it or not. Trust me, I ain’t no stranger to going all night with her. Doesn’t happen every day, but do I dream about it? Fuck yes.