Then he pulled out and rose to his feet, gazing down at his receding cock. “I think I’ll need to take a shower.”
I rose up to my seat, glancing down at my own privates. There was no hint of the whipped cream, but when I touched them, they were sticky. “Me too,” I said with a grin.
“Do you want to shower together?” he asked.
“Sure,” I agreed.
I wasn’t going to spend the night, but a quick shower seemed appropriate. We left the bedroom and crossed the hall to the bathroom. Damien’s house was older and didn’t have the in-room primary bath. That meant we had to hoof it naked through the upstairs hallway to arrive at our destination.
I felt like a teenager who was bucking the rules, as if we would get caught. There was no one else in the house, so that was ridiculous. Still, it was a little bit wild running around completely naked.
Damien turned the water on and kissed me again as we waited for it to heat up. In the shower, we washed each other’s privates and ended up working ourselves up to go at it again. We hopped out of the stream and toweled off before racing back to the bedroom to fuck once more.
Basking in the afterglow, Damien tightened his arm around my waist. “Stay,” he whispered.
“I can’t.”
“I’m your boss, I’m ordering you to stay.”
“You can’t do that,” I insisted. “I’m off the clock.”
He rolled over to watch me get dressed, clasping his fingers over his abdomen. “Pity.”
“I had a really nice time,” I said, hiking back into my dress. It was true; my entire body felt lighter than air, like I had been through the wringer and come out the other side an entirely new entity.
He sighed, rubbing the bald spot in the bed where I had once been. “It would just be nice to wake up with you.”
“It’s nothing personal,” I replied, zipping myself up.
I fit my feet back into my shoes and fluffed my hair. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to spend the night; I did. It was just that I didn’t want him to see me without makeup. I didn’t want to make any uncomfortable bodily noises around him that might turn him off. It was better all-around to just slip away. That would maintain my mystique and keep him interested. If we got too comfortable, there’s no telling what might happen.
I leaned over and kissed him. He looked so delicious, lying above the covers, still nude. I’d had my fill, but I wouldn’t mind riding that train another time in the future. I walked downstairs and grabbed my purse. By the time I reached the door, he was there in his boxer shorts. We kissed again, for old time’s sake before I left him hanging, walking down the steps and across the lawn to my car.
Feeling energized instead of tired, I debated going home. It would be nice to slip into some pajamas or something a little bit more comfortable than this fancy dress, but I needed to talk to someone. I’d come perilously close to staying with Damien, and that scared me. It was one of my primary rules: never spend the night. Not once in my dating history had I ever broken it, and I didn’t need to start that night. Yet the memory of him standing in the living room in his boxer shorts, resigned to my decision, haunted me.
I texted Millie. U up?
Sure, she replied.
Can I come over?
Of course.
Where are you?
I’m at Vlad’s.
On my way.I set the phone down and stuck the key into the ignition. Pulling away from Damien’s house, I felt a pang of regret. Best get to Vlad’s quickly so I could figure myself out, I thought. This knot in my stomach was for the birds.