Everything is going to be okay.
Leela stirs, and after rustling and adjusting, her foot slides against mine. My heart clenches. No one ever reached for me in their sleep before.
At that moment, I know for sure that’s exactly what I want every day. I want someone to like me enough to reach for me in her sleep.
I want to reach for someone and have them be there. Not just in my bed, when I’m sick, or when I’m drunk and stumbling home. When I’m not sure what to do or how to put one foot in front of the other. I want someone just…there. I want her, Leela, to be that someone.
And I want to do the same for her.
Leela will ruin me for all relationships forever if I can’t have that with her.
I reach over and cup the side of her sleeping face. Leela’s eyes flutter open, and her gaze connects with mine.
Something happens then.
“I’m sorry for what I said. I was too hard on you last night. This morning.”
“No,” she says. “You’re right. We…I’m…I’m ready to…consider the possibility that we could be…a thing.”
My heart skips a beat. Is this happening? I move my hand down to her hips and tug her close to me. “What are you saying? You’re my girl?”
She smiles. “I’m saying I’m willing to see if there’s something else there.”
It’s then that I realize she’s not wearing her bathrobe. I smile. “When did you take it off?”
She giggles. “I got hot. It turns out I don’t mind sleeping naked.”
I laugh. “See? Perfect for each other.”
“Maybe,” she says shyly. “I don’t want to rush into anything serious, but I’m willing to hear you out. I’m willing to give you a chance.”
“That’s enough for now. I’m gonna take such good care of you, Leela.”
“Is that what you really want? You want to take care of me like I’m your pet?”
“You are my kitten,” I tease.
Leela places a hand on my chest, and my racing heart feels like it might pound right through my ribs.
“Meow, meow,” she whispers, blinking seductively, making my dick twitch. Our sleepy banter ends and evolves into sleepy kisses, our hands exploring under the covers and our tongues sloppily tasting and exploring. Her fingers roam through the fuzz of my chest, down my stomach, and lower, brazenly cupping my balls.
I grunt into her mouth and return the favor by covering one of her nipples with my mouth and sucking gently until her buds turn into tight smooth pebbles on my tongue. I repeat this with the other one, noticing Leela’s thigh creeping upward, stroking the outside of my leg.
I hike her closer, letting her feel the length of me against her body, against her wet, warm, sensitive core.
“Oh…oh,” she murmurs. I kiss her again, thoroughly devouring her mouth, her shoulders, her chest, claiming every inch of skin I can reach from here.
We grind against each other, rubbing and thrusting, but it’s not enough.
So, I roll to the side and hike her on top of me. The blankets fall away, and in the early morning light pouring in from my window, I get the most fantastic view of my Leela.
Looking down, her full breasts are on display and within reach of both my hands.
As I play with them, I watch her face transform from surprise to heated pleasure. I get to watch her hips grind down against my body. Her hair is pillow-mussed and sexy as hell. Her cheeks are still red and bear the marks from the wrinkled blankets. She’s so fucking beautiful. She’s all mine.
With another thrust, I read frustration on her face. “What do you want, Kitten? Tell me.”
She tells me with a raspy moan, “I want to ride you. I want you to fuck me.”