We hold each other for long moments, blissfully rocking back and forth in what feels like a silvery ocean of peace. I'v
e never known anything like this, the satisfaction, this surreal sort of bliss.
He rolls halfway over, still holding me tightly to him. I fit perfectly in the concavity of his body, happy to be wrapped around him as he slowly softens and dislodges from me. Instantly, I want it again. I want to start all over and have him over and over again until I can't stand it anymore.
But as I slip into sleep, I'm satisfied with the idea that this is not the only time. This is just the first time. And we have so many more wonderful times to come.
Chapter 19
Daniel
On Saturday mornings, typically I like to get up at dawn and go for a run. As the sun comes up over our small city, I like to listen to the world waking up. Dogs barking far off, train whistles blaring low and steady. The occasional car or delivery truck. Semi trucks rumbling on the far off highway.
But today, there's a surprise. As I slip my trainers on by the door, I hear Kita's feet padding across the tiles. She appears in the silvery morning of predawn, pushing her hair behind her ears and arching her back, stretching.
“Did I wake you?” I smirk, stupidly happy to see her just like every time.
“Are you running?”
“I'm not running away, if that's what you're asking,” I reply jokingly.
“Well… can I come with?”
I lift my head and stare at her. “Really? You run?”
She shrugs humbly. “Well, I used to. I'd like to, if you don't mind.”
“Yes, I'd like that very much.”
She smiles broadly. “Be right back.”
She dashes off, presumably to change into clothes. I stand there stretching my hamstrings and grinning to myself. Is this a dream? Could she be any more perfect? A running partner would just be so amazing on top of all the other amazing things that she is.
She reappears in a couple minutes wearing a tank top and cute little jogging shorts that hug every curve.
“I'm not really sure I can concentrate with you wearing that,” I admit.
She chuckles, slapping me playfully on the arm. “Oh, Daniel,” she chides me. “You're so bad!”
“You have no idea,” I tell her, and I am more serious than she knows. It takes all my self-control to be with her in any way other than physical. “Let's give it a shot. I can always take you into one of my buildings if I can't stand the pressure anymore.”
“You have to catch me first,” she teases, then she's off. She dashes out the door, sprinting halfway down the block before I even get the deadbolt locked behind me. Her tease triggers the hunter deep inside my animal brain and I set off quickly, dashing up behind her as fast as I can.
But not too close behind her. I want to watch her run. The grace and strength of her undulating muscles is almost too much to bear and I am practically lightheaded. I've never run with a hard-on before, so this is new. I hope I don’t pass out from lack of blood to the brain. She's so gorgeous I'm temporarily blinded by fantasies of dragging her back home and plowing her on the stairs.
Patience, I tell myself. Patience, Daniel!
Finally she lets me catch up to her, laughing. She's not even a little bit out of breath. She's like a gazelle or something, full of joy as her body works magnificently.
“I forgot how good this feels!” she exclaims. “We should do this all the time!”
“We should,” I agree, and I mean it.
We settle easily into a rhythm, laying out a couple of miles with barely any effort. We even hold an easygoing conversation about different buildings that I've bought or sold, small plans that I have for the future. When we get to the incubator, I almost ask her to stop.
“Kita, I want to ask you something,” I start.
“Ask away.”