LXXXVII

LXXXVII
We were at it more times than I had sex in the past year. How he had that much energy was probably from years of going to the gym. Me on the other hand? I don't even know what happened to me. Every time I looked in his direction, I felt unexplainable want for him. His touch made me crave him. My nipples harden at the thought of him touching me. When his skin and mine made contact it was.. the feeling is well, indescribable. I always wanted him to touch me, kiss me, fondle me, his mouth on mine, his mouth on every crevice of skin on me.
I fell asleep in his arms. I didn't even know when. I know we had sex and just collapsed on the bed, talking and laughing about everything and nothing, and I think that's where I slept off. I couldn't fight the tiredness anymore.
His mouth on mine was what I woke up to. I smile with my eyes closed. This is the life. The life I want, I deserved.
"Good morning beautiful." He greeted.
My eyes fluttered open and his beautiful morning face greeted me. He was a sight for sore eyes even after just waking up.
"Good morning sexy." I greet back.
He chuckled a little.
When he was inside me yesterday night, I knew it was time to go home, but I didn't want to leave this beautiful man. And his all so perfect shaft. So when he asked me to stay, I say yes. Of course I do. I blame it on the sex, it was so good I would have done anything he asked of me at that time.
"You aren't a dream." He whispered. His eyes roamed my face like he couldn't believe I was under his sheets, laying naked with him.
"Are you sure? Don't blink so hard I might disappear." I tease him.
Actually I did briefly wonder if he was a dream when I turned in the middle of the night and felt his solid chest. But when I rubbed the chest, flicked the nipple a little bit, he stirred. I knew it was not a dream.
"I don't ever want to wake up from this sleep." He whispered.
I lean up to kiss the side of his mouth.
"I'm not a dream."
He brought his head to the crook of my neck. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. This man had my body on a remote control. And honestly I loved it.
"You are so perfect."
I giggle.
"I want to pee. So bad." I say.
He chuckles, but releases me. I start to get up. All of our clothes were strewn on the floor.
"Wow." He gasped.
His eyes were wide as he watched me. Surprisingly, it made me want to put on a show for him. I got turned on by watching him get turned on. And also just seeing him.
I reach down to the floor, making sure my legs were straight, so my ass was in view. I picked up my red dress slowly.
I hear him groan lowly. I know that I had done it.
"You don't plan on leaving any time soon? Because that's what you're asking for."
I don't answer. But I'm smiling. The dress accidentally slips from my hand and I bend to pick it up again. I hear him move, I know he is coming. I Yelp and run into the bathroom, shutting the door just before he slips through. I bend over as I laugh.
"You've won this time Mimosa. My time shall come too."
I laugh some more.
"What did you say? I can't hear you over the sound of my victory."
I hear him laugh before walking away.
I didn't notice yesterday when I was having my back blown out, but this bathroom is huge. Like so much space, if only we had half this space in our bathroom. I thought as I sit on the toilet sit and pee. Funny how I sat on the floor few days ago regretting my choices with alcohol and here I was, I already embraced what I was running away from. Life is funny like that.
"Fuck, work!" I exclaimed as I remember.
I unlock the door and poke my head out. I find him wearing a short and a shirt. Disappointed that I won't be feasting my eyes on his member I look at his face instead.
"I have work." I pout.
He was so lucky to be his own boss.
"Let me fix you breakfast, hurry up and shower. Meet me downstairs." He offers.
My heart swells. A man that fed you breakfast was to be kept.
"Go inside before I come there and kiss you senseless."
"That's not a threat, it's a tempting offer."
He rolls his eyes before walking out of the room. I laugh at his retreating back before I head back into the shower. I check for any sign of women products but I don't find one. Somehow that brought me relief.
When I come out wrapped in his towel, I don't find him in his room. I walk down the stairs and don't even perceive any firm of cooking, I frown.
"Kennedy?" I call out.
I didn't notice yesterday because all that came to my head was to gobble him up. But the house is huge. I had to spin to see the full room. It was like a ballroom. The curtains looked expensive. The Chandeliers looked like I could sell them for my entire salary for at least three years.
"Whoa, what kind of self employment work does he do?" I whisper to myself as I stare.
"So I checked.."
I let a tiny Yelp escape my lips. He startled me.
He laughs. I glare. But you won't last trying to be mad at a face like that I assure you.
"Sorry, my mistake. I checked and couldn't find any form of pancake mix. So I offer you cereal." He smiled sheepishly.
I laugh before taking the cereal box from him.
"Thank you, I love cereal."
We walk to the kitchen island and it was huge. The kitchen I mean.
"Your house is impressive."
He nods as if he didn't care about the size.
"I bought it for the exclusivity. It's quiet and peaceful around here."
He bought it?! How much money was this guy making anyway?
"I would like that for myself as well."
"Oh right, I don't have my work clothes here, can you drive me back to the apartment so I can get it?"
He nods while smiling. Gosh how is this man even single? It doesn't make sense.
"By the way. I like what you're wearing. It's very revealing."
His eyes were roaming my towel clad body. My body shivered on its own. I love the way he looked at me.
"There's no way to escape me now. My victory is sure this time."
I look between us, there was no space. It was me, the island him and his hardened member.