For some reason, it was really important to me that it was.
“Definitely,” she replied. “I don't... I don't think I can quite put it into words, except that I’m totally wiped out now.”
“You can sleep if you want,” I suggested. It was a strange thing to suggest, too. Though I’d had a few girls sleep over with me, or me with them, it wasn’t exactly a common occurrence, but something born out of necessity of some sort. There was no need here – I could have just gone back to the bar.
“You can,” I said, feeling uncharacteristically awkward. I had basically just given her permission to sleep in her own bed, which was kind of ridiculous. “I mean, you can just sleep right here if you want, obviously – it’s your bed. I just mean, I’m okay with it. If you wanted to go to sleep.”
Milena looked up at me and laughed.
“I feel like a guy! And you’re being all girly and awkward.”
“No one has ever said that with my cock inside them before,” I said as I raised an eyebrow.
She laughed again, and the motion pushed me right out of her, and I let out a frustrated sigh. Milena shrugged an apology, and I rolled off to lie next to her instead. My arms went around her immediately, and I pulled her to my chest.
“So, it’s okay if I stay, right?” I asked quietly.
“Yes, it is.”
“Good,” I replied with relief. “Then you just go ahead and fall asleep. I’ll keep watch out for angry family members and bedbugs or whatever.”
“That's good to know,” she said with a soft snicker. “I mean about the rolling over and going to sleep part. I’m really tired.”
I kept my eyes on hers and tried not to be too mesmerized by the kaleidoscope of colors found there. It didn’t really work, and I wondered how completely lame it was to be so fascinated by such a thing. Yes, they were unusual, and I liked unusual things, but there was a lot more to it as well.
I couldn’t put it into clear thoughts or words; I just wanted to be near her and look at her.
Ridiculous?
Maybe.
Milena moved her arm around me and rested her hand on my stomach. My arm went around her shoulders as I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling. I pondered the whole idea of an actual relationship, up to and including a mortgage. The pondering was bad enough – the fact that it all seemed to be kind of a cool idea to me was the most surprising bit.
Was this going to be the end of my man-whoring days?
I didn’t know, but as weird and uncharacteristic as it was, it didn’t matter to me. I wanted to know I’d be seeing her again and preferably again after that. The idea of being a one-woman guy was not only attractive, but just downright necessary. I needed her.
“I’m not sharing you,” Milena mumbled as her head tucked against my shoulder. “Just so we’re clear.”
“Crystal,” I replied. I pulled her a little closer against me and couldn’t even fathom anything else at the moment. More cliché, of course, but she just clicked inside of me. I knew it was right, and I knew there was never going to be anything else like the time I spent with her.
Milena’s breathing became slow and steady, and I felt her weight against me increase slightly as she relaxed into sleep.
Thoughts and memories of every other woman I had ever encountered – every single cliché notch on the bedpost – faded from my mind. My lips pressed against the spot right below Milena’s ear, and she sighed as she rolled against my body. Her arm flopped a little to the side, and her hand smacked against my balls.
Hard.
My teeth ground together, my face scrunched up, and my whole body
tensed and lifted from the mattress a little as a shockwave moved through my system. It was like a white-hot light starting in the pit of my stomach and radiating outwards as nausea and dizziness overwhelmed me. For a moment, I thought I might actually get sick.
I did my best to not actually scream out loud but had to bite my lip pretty hard not to. My balls throbbed, my legs ached, and I had my eyes squeezed shut so tightly, I saw blue spots all over the insides of the lids. It could have been seconds or minutes as I lay there immobilized and tried to push the pain away.
As I slowly regained some sense, I opened my eyes to see Milena motionless beside me.
I looked more closely at the beautiful woman whose bed I shared. It had taken everything I had inside me not to scream. There was no way she could have missed what just happened, right?
Wrong.