My head is on his lap, but he is leaning slightly so he can reach my center. He works me until I come again, and within the next twenty minutes, he delivers on his promise with the remaining two orgasms.
We lay in my bed for a few hours, Rory asking me how to say different words in Spanish. We keep the conversation light, and I’m grateful he can read my mood so well.
“I have to go,” Rory says, and I look at the clock on my nightstand. It’s noon, and our morning is officially over.
He smiles. “Sex and eggs,” he says.
“What?”
“Sex and eggs. I could get used to this.” I smack him playfully on the arm, and he gets up to start dressing. “I hope we can do this again soon,” he says.
“We’ll see.”
“Can I get your number?” When he sees my hesitation, he adds, “I know where you live. Would you rather I stop by?”
“Fine.” I enter my number in his phone. He calls it like he is not sure I gave him the right number, but it rings in my room, and he gives me one last kiss before he leaves.
Chema used to tell me I should promise myself rewards to keep up with my training and stay motivated, so I follow his advice now. I’m going to beat this thing, so I can have Rory once more before I go home, I promise myself.
Because I haven’t had nearly enough of him yet.