Over the next two days, Sasha gets better. When she finds out her parents are coming to check on her, I use the time to pick up some clothes but other than that, we stay holed up in our own little universe. In between her naps, she asks me about growing up with Zack and about my relationship with my father. I ask her about the violin in her closet and then tease her about the vibrator buried in the back drawer of the nightstand. We eat takeout and watch movies, most of which she falls asleep on.
Mostly I watch her. Whether she's sleeping or eating or laughing or crying, everything about her fascinates me. I've never had so much fun doing nothing.
“Wouldn’t it be great if we could just stay in this little bubble, just you and me?” Sasha sighs as the credits roll on the movie we just finished watching.
During the film, she snuggled up closer and closer until she ended up with her head pillowed on my chest and one of her legs twisted around mine. I have no idea how the film ended because fighting an erection for the past hour took all my concentration.
“Maybe if we don’t move, we can just stay like this forever. In our pajamas eating takeout and no one will bother us.”
I know exactly what she means. The past few days have been a dream in a way. Away from my usual routine, my family, my job, I’ve been able to ignore the voice in the back of my head that warns me I’m playing with fire.
“That’s not the way it is, beautiful. The outside always comes crashing in at some point.” I’m saying the words for her benefit and my own. Because when it’s just the two of us, it’s easy to forget why I shouldn’t be here. It’s so easy to fall into the fantasy that I’m the kind of guy that deserves this life.
“But could we pretend? Just for a little while.” Sasha looks up at me, her nose brushing against my cheek. Longing, sharp and sweet, makes me squeeze her a little tighter. Looking down at her I have to face up to an uncomfortable truth. I’m not here because Sasha needs me anymore. The first two days she was ill but she got over her cold once she got some sleep. She’s not sick and hasn’t been for a while. I’m here because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
I’m here because walking away from her is harder and harder every time.
She seems to sense where my thoughts are because her lashes lower. “Don’t say it. Please. Just let me have this moment before we have to go back to reality.”
She shifts and her hand lands on my chest to steady herself. My heart is banging beneath my ribs and when she feels it, her eyes lift to mine again. Whatever she sees there seems to make her brave because her hand slips down to the waistband of my sweatpants. Then she cups me through the soft cotton.
“Fuck!” I can’t hold back at the jolt of pure pleasure that races up my spine.
Sasha is just as bold as I would have expected because she’s got me in a firm grip, the kind that means business. Her brown eyes are heated as she swipes her thumb up and down the length of my cock, biting her lip when my fingers tighten around her waist.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game, beautiful. Because my self-control is pretty much nonexistent when it comes to you already.”
She slides one leg over my lap, straddling me. “Good. I don’t want you controlled. I don’t want your lines or that phony face you show
to the world. I want you. The real you.”
* * * * *
Sasha’s lips crash down on mine, hot and sweet and I have to grab the back of her nightshirt to keep my hands from going crazy. I want to touch every inch of her, stroke every bit of her smooth skin until she’s panting beneath me. But I know that I need to have slightly more finesse than that.
She tears her mouth from mine finally, taking several deep gasping breaths. Already her eyes are slumberous, her cheeks flushed with her desire. An intensely masculine sense of satisfaction makes me grasp her tighter. I put that look on her face. I made her lose her breath.
And I’m the one who’s going to have her screaming under me.
Sasha pulls her nightshirt over her head and then squeals when I stand suddenly, holding her securely against my chest. Her arms tighten around my neck in a stranglehold and her legs wrap around my waist. It brings her right up against my dick in a way that she can’t avoid.
“Oh!” She glances down and then back up at me, bashfully.
“That’s right, beautiful. Get used to feeling him because he’s always ready around you.”
“Well, I understand that. After all, I feel the same way. I want you, Gabe.” She nuzzles her nose against my cheek and does this little arch thing with her back. It rubs her right against me in a way that almost makes me come right then and there.
“Fuck, baby. You are killing me here.” Blindly, I turn toward her bedroom, not even looking where I’m going, just determined to get her horizontal. Her hands tighten in my hair and she pulls my mouth back to hers, sucking my tongue into her mouth.
I almost stub my toe as I stumble through the doorway into her room and it’s nothing more than blind luck that lands us on the bed when I finally collapse. Sasha drops her arms over her head, suddenly demure. Then she arches her hips. Without a word I understand her signal and hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and her pajama bottoms. Her eyes don’t leave mine as I slide them down.
Her breathing speeds up as they hit the floor but she keeps her legs squeezed together.
“Open up for me, baby.” My voice sounds heavier than usual, raspy but damn if I’m not already on the edge of insanity. I want to go slow, savor her and bring her more pleasure than she’s ever known but there’s a fierce need to dominate and possess riding me. A need to splay her open and sink in, to take her fast and hard until I’m so deep she’ll never even think another man’s name.
“Gabe, you can’t look at it.” Her cheeks color pink and the contrast against her gorgeous brown skin tone is insanely arousing.
“I’m going to be doing a lot more than looking at it, beautiful.” I gently nudge between her legs and then notch her legs over my shoulders. “I’m going to be looking and touching and tasting.”