It took me thirty minutes, but eventually I finished it, then recapped the marker.
Once I was sure that she was comfortable and pulled the covers up around her shoulders, I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower.
When I came back out, it was to find her sprawled out on her belly.
Her socks had been kicked off, and she was no longer wearing her pants.
Grinning, I walked over to where she was laying and ran one finger down the length of her thigh. From her ass cheek where her panties ended to the top of her calf.
She stirred and flipped over to her back, her eyes opening lazily. Then she started to stretch, her arms going up high over her head as she got her entire body into it.
“Hey,” she said huskily, smiling.
Then she opened her arms and held them out, indicating with a wiggle of her fingers that she wanted me in her arms.
I went.
What did I look like, I was stupid? I wasn’t dumb by any means.
Her face was soft and sleepy as I dropped my mouth down onto her upturned lips.
“I love you, Raleigh,” I told her once I came back up for air. “I had a fling with her, but she wasn’t for me. You are. It may have taken me a long time to see you, but once you were there, I’ll never be able to look away. Not ever again.”
Raleigh sniffled, then pulled me in so tight that she temporarily cut off oxygen to my head.
I laughed and rolled with her until she was on top of me, pulling her so that her groin was level with mine.
Then planted both of my hands on each plump ass cheek, pulling her down so that her pubic bone pressed into my ever-growing erection.
Anytime I was around this woman, drunk, scared, sad, horny, or hell, even pissed off as all get out, I wanted her.
The tears. The clumsiness. The anger. None of it scared me away.
I wanted her. I wanted everything that came with having her.
Forever.
My mouth pressed against her shoulder blade, then skimmed up the length of her neck as far as I could reach with how she was lying on top of me. Then I moved it back down, this time using my tongue.
She blew out a shaky breath, then turned so that her face was turned toward me.
“You make me feel things,” she said to me, her breath that still smelled like the wine she’d consumed earlier fanning across my face. “Why do you make me feel so many things?”
I snorted, moving my hands up. They went from her ass to her lower back, then even farther to come to rest on her shoulder blades.
“You make me feel a lot of things, too,” I admitted. “I love the things you make me feel.”
She moved and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue peeking out to lick against my bottom lip.
The move was surprisingly bold for her, and I liked it.
This still buzzed woman in my arms was normally quite willing, but she never actually came very far out of her shell. She was still too shy for that.
One day, I’d get her to tell me the things that she absolutely wanted, but for now, I’d be happy with her drunk self being the more aggressive of the two.
I’d also buy her more wine for the days that I was feeling rather adventurous.
My hands went back down, then immediately back up, this time coming under the clothing that she still had on covering her upper body.
She giggled against my mouth, raising her arms up high over her head for me to get her clothing off easier.
Her bra took less time than the shirt, mostly because I didn’t bother taking it all the way off her body. I stopped when it was unsnapped, pushing it up just far enough that I felt her breasts spill out of the cups and press against my bare upper chest.
The droplets of water that were still drying on my skin caused her to shiver.
“Cold,” she whispered, running her closed lips over my bearded jaw. “Why didn’t you wake me? I would’ve taken a shower with you.”
I would have had she not been so stinkin’ cute sleeping.
That, and she seemed like she needed the rest.
She likely hadn’t slept well the night before all things considered.
That, and I hadn’t allowed her to get much sleep so…
“Because I like to smell you,” I told her. “As much as I like the smell of my soap on your skin, I also like the feminine fragrance that clings to you at the end of the day. You smell like willing woman and mine.”
She sighed and started to shimmy her hips.
I took that as acceptance to finally allow my hands to slip inside her panties.
Before I could get them to where I wanted them to go, she rolled off of me and started to shimmy them down her legs. Once they were off, she immediately got back to where she was straddling me again, this time completely naked.