Fuck me. My hips crash against hers. I want to get as deep inside of her as I can. Hell. I’d meld us together permanently if I was able. White hot light blinds me, my body shaking. Nothing’s ever been this good. No touchdown or perfect pass. No trophy or win. Nothing.
I just manage to roll off of her as opposed to crushing her with my weight. Because I’m done. Drained. Side by side, we lie on the mattress, both working at catching our breath. I manage to roll my head to the side, all the better to watch her post-orgasm. Still gorgeous. She lies limp and sated on my bed. Damned if she doesn’t belong there. I want to look at this sight every night of my fucking life.
Once my heart has stopped hammering, I say, “You’re right. We’re hopeless together. That was awful. Worst sex of my life.”
Sadie laughs softly.
“Might as well just break up now. I’ll help you move your shit back into your apartment, ’cause I’m a gentleman like that.”
She swats me in the chest. But really, it’s more like her hand just kind of flops onto me. “That’d be great, thanks. I got what I came for.”
“Hmm. On second thought, we’ve put a lot into this relationship. We should probably work hard at the fucking in order to make a real go of it. You know, practice makes perfect and all that jazz. You sure you don’t want to stick around for round two?”
She opens one eyelid and gives me an assessing look. “I don’t know, Evan. Think you got it in you?”
My smile is all sharp teeth and leering. “I don’t know, my love,” I say, rolling back onto my side to reach out and delicately pinch one of her pretty pink nipples.
She moans and stretches her long body, almost as if she’s put herself on display just for my viewing pleasure. Immediately, my dick starts to stir back to life. What can I say? She inspires me. “Let’s find out, shall we?” I pinch the other nipple while leaning over and sucking the bruised one into my mouth.
“Oh my, yes. Let’s find out.”CHAPTER 15
QUARANTINE: DAY 15
EVANA RAY OF SUNLIGHT STREAKS across my eyes with pinpoint accuracy as I roll over and press my face into the pillow. Reaching out my arm, I search for Sadie’s warmth and only find the empty sheet. Not only empty—the sheet is cold, which tells me that she’s been out of bed for a long time.
Opening my eyes and pressing up onto a forearm, I rub the sleep out of my eyes and scan the room. The bathroom light is off, so she’s not there. There is a head-sized dent in the pillow. Okay, I didn’t dream the night of amazing sex and coming together for the first, second, and third time.
I frown and push back the covers. Naked, I pad to the dresser and grab a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and tug them on commando. Still bare chested, I hear clicking. A rhythmic cadence coming from the living room.
Frowning, I head to investigate.
Jake’s desk and computer are off as I approach the living room.
And aw, there’s my girl. Sitting on the love seat, legs stretched out and resting on the coffee table, her laptop is on her legs and she is typing away. Her golden hair is down around her face and falling in wild waves over her shoulders and back. I’m surprised to see a pair of bright teal glasses perched on her nose.
Her fingers are flying on the keyboard so fast I swear they blur a little.
I watch her work. She’s stunning. Her focus on the story is so intense that she doesn’t even realize I’m there. I could probably do jumping jacks behind her and she wouldn’t notice.
Allowing myself this quiet moment, I study her. Sadie is every man’s dream come true. Long toned legs with some heft at the hips and upper thighs. Smooth, naturally tan skin. A plump ass that’s made for fucking. A tiny waist—though she doesn’t think so. My large hands and body practically dwarf the woman, which I know amuses her beyond reason. Her tits are magical. I’m a man obsessed with her breasts. A perfect handful yet small enough I can get a nice amount in my mouth. The woman is beauty from tip to toe. My mouth waters and my dick punches against my lounge pants with the desire to take her again.
I wasn’t wrong when I said we need to fuck this intense situation out. Maybe Jake’s right. When you love someone, it’s pleasure and pain in equal measures. Pain from the wanting, the endless desire that seems to bubble just under the surface when I’m near her or when the thought of her enters my mind. Then the pleasure when she looks at me with hope and love shining in her eyes. The way it feels when we finally merged, when I made love to her. Christ, there is nothing better.