I’ll be a dirty talking, blabbering idiot in no time.
I wake up in the middle of the night to find a curvy woman wrapped completely around me. Her face his tucked into my neck, her arm draped across my chest, her leg thrown around mine. I pull her in closer, burying my face in her sweet-smelling hair, and the swell in my chest is an old, familiar feeling.
A feeling I can’t have for this particular woman because we are definitely not meant to be.
Not many people know this about me, but I’m a fall-hard kind of man. Meaning, if I make a connection with a woman, I will fall completely head over heels for her.
Even if it fucks me up and is a complete disaster.
The first time it happened, I was in high school. Her name was Emily, but everyone called her Em. Rebellious and troubled, she was kind of a nightmare. But man, I loved that girl. She truly believed my faith and belief in her helped turned her rebellious behavior around. She graduated high school even though, at one point, everyone believed she’d fail or drop out. I went away to college on a mostly full scholarship while she stayed at home and attended the local community college near where we grew up.
And she stuck to that plan. We grew apart, though, and mutually split up within months of me going away to school. I was completely depressed for almost a solid year. She met another guy within two months of our breakup, and she’s still with him to this day. They have a kid, and the funniest thing of all? She’s a teacher.
She fucking tortured our teachers all through school and now she’s one of them.
Em wasn’t the only one I fell for. There were a couple of others. One named Mary, and oh my goddamn, did she about finish me off. Our senior year in college I was so fucking sprung over that girl, and she knew it. She cruelly smashed my heart to bits again and again, ending it with me only to come crawling back. And I took her back. Three times.
She about broke me.
That’s the reason I gave up on relationships. I fall too hard, too fast. I’d rather keep it impersonal and have the occasional hookup, though even those don’t appeal to me as much anymore.
But now…there’s this woman wrapped all around me like she never wants to let go. Naked and smelling sweet and skin so damn soft, I can’t stop from touching her.
I grope her lazily, my fingers playing with her full breasts, tweaking her nipples. My cock rises halfheartedly to the occasion, but I don’t really think I want to fuck her. Not now.
I’m still too tired.
Minutes tick by, though, and I’m lying in bed wide awake, fucked up by the time change. Exhilarated from the outrageous sex we just had. Seeing that innocent face and those lush lips wrap tight around my cock? Yeah, talk about too much. This woman just about undoes me.
The weirdest part? I don’t even know her. Not really.
“Mmm.” She rustles against me, her fragrant hair brushing my face, her foot brushing against my calf. “You are so hairy.”
“What?” I’m chuckling. What a random thing to say.
“I don’t normally like hairy men,” she continues, her lips brushing against my chest as she talks. “But I like you.”
“I’m not that hairy, Sus.”
“Oh, but you are.” She lifts her head, her sleepy gaze meeting mine. Her hair is a tousled mess, her lips are swollen and she has razor burn on her face, all because of me. “Your chest is hairy.” She touches the hair there to prove her point. “And your legs are super hairy.”
“Kind of like your bush?” I reach down and play with it, and she slaps my arm.
“You say the rudest things,” she accuses, but she doesn’t sound that mad about it.
“You like it.”
“Hmm. I might.” She takes a deep breath as she rolls away from me and grabs her phone from the bedside table where she must’ve left it. I don’t remember her doing that. “It’s three in the morning.”
“Can’t sleep.”
She looks at me. “Oh. The time difference?” When I nod my answer, she says, “That must be so—difficult.”
“It is,” I say with a sigh. She rolls over on her side again, her back to me, the sheet having fallen down and putting her magnificent ass on full display. Unable to help myself, I reach out and give it a gentle slap.
“Hey!” She turns to face me, her expression full of shock. “You slapped me.”
“You don’t like a little ass play?” I ask innocently.