Love at The Bluebird

The minute her tongue touches my lips, I’m done being a gentleman. I growl loudly as I part my mouth, my hands plunging roughly into her hair, and I deepen our kiss. Every stroke of our tongues against each other has my dick hardening until it’s painfully screaming to be let out. I break free of our kiss, resting my forehead against hers while we catch our breaths.

“I think it’s time to go upstairs and go to sleep,” I say in a husky voice. I look at my watch to see it’s already past midnight, leaving me just a few hours before I have to head home to grab my suitcase that is already packed. “I need to be up in four hours so I can go back home to grab my shit.”

“Are you sure you still want to spend the night? You would probably get more sleep if you went home.” She looks at me with concern, and her thoughtfulness for my well-being warms my heart.

“I can sleep on the plane. You just need to behave and keep your hands to yourself tonight or we both won’t be getting any sleep,” I warn her with a joking smile and she laughs. I drop a kiss on her forehead, and she grabs my hand to lead me up the stairs to her bedroom.

The master suite takes up the whole second floor, with the second bedroom being downstairs off the kitchen. It’s a huge room with vaulted ceilings, a ceiling fan, and two windows with a view of the backyard. Her bedroom is decorated in the same style and colors as the rest of the house – warm, cozy, and inviting.

“Did you bring anything else to wear to bed?” she inquires while glancing at my T-shirt and jeans.

“Considering I usually sleep naked, no, I didn’t.” Her eyes go wide and I laugh at her deer-in-headlights expression. “Don’t worry, I’ll sleep in my boxers tonight. If you really feel you have no self-control around me, I’ll sleep fully clothed.”

Her lips twitch and she rolls her eyes at me. “Sleeping in jeans is uncomfortable. I’m fine if you keep your boxers on.” She walks past me to the bathroom and pulls out a basket from underneath the cabinet. “Here’s an extra toothbrush, and you can borrow some of my toothpaste.” She puts a new toothbrush down next to one of the sinks of the double vanity.

I watch her pull out toothpaste from a drawer, put some on her toothbrush, and start to brush her teeth. I follow her lead, and we stare at each other through the mirror the whole time until her electric toothbrush shuts off. I leave her to finish and go back in the bedroom. I take my shoes and socks off, followed by my shirt and jeans. The moment I pull back the comforter to get into bed, Aly’s perfume drifts into the air, annihilating my senses.

I groan as my cock reacts and I try to hide myself underneath the sheets. I throw one arm over my eyes and tell myself to go to sleep. Pretend you’re in your grandma’s house, Gavin. Trick your mind into thinking you aren’t in Aly’s bed, but your grandmother’s old moth-ball-smelling guestroom.

My mental mind game starts working until I hear the bathroom door open, the lights turn off, and the pitter-patter of her feet coming closer and closer to me. I feel the covers slide off me as she pulls them back, and the bed shifts under her weight. I wait to feel her lie down next to me, but after a couple of minutes, nothing happens. I peek out from underneath my arm to see her staring at my abdomen. Having her this close and watching me causes my dick to immediately stand at attention.

“Aly, you need to stop,” I warn her as I take my other hand and try to cover myself.

“You have an eight-pack. How is that even possible?” She reaches out and starts counting my ab muscles, each stroke of her finger jolting my dick higher and higher until it’s aching against my belly.

“Aly,” I moan out in a plea. “Stop touching me and go to sleep!” Unable to trust myself if she keeps this up, I flop over onto my stomach, turn my head in the opposite direction, and grip my cock with my hands to keep it from going anywhere near her.

“Okay,” she says reluctantly. I feel her lie down and get the covers settled over both of us. The silence only lasts for about one minute before she loudly sighs and starts fidgeting. I feel her flipping back and forth between her back and her stomach. Finally, she inches closer to me and wraps her arm around my back.

“Are you okay?” I twist my head to face her to find we’re merely inches apart. I grit my teeth, telling myself to behave and not kiss her, because if I start, I won’t be able to stop.