Love’s supposed to be hard work, or so the ancient wisdom passed from mother to daughter seems to tell us. Between you and I though, I don’t buy into that notion. Sure, the ‘before’ part of my story with Kirk was as hard and complicated as it gets, but now that we’ve admitted how we really feel… Well, love feels really easy now.

Sure, we’ve been together for just one week, but that’s enough time for me to feel positive about my relationship with Kirk, isn’t it? We have been going on proper dates together and, more than that, we’ve been fucking every single day. Or making love—it really depends on how you like to define it. As for me, I like to think it’s a blend of these two things. After all, sex with Kirk can be as rough as it can be tender, and though it oscillates between these two poles, the passion and love we feel toward each other is a constant.

I mean… even when we’re apart, we're always on each other's mind all the time. Case in point: even though we're not together right now, he just had to pick up the phone and call me. And God bless him; being on the phone with Wine Bar is always interesting.

“I like that,” I purr into the phone, closing my eyes as the words he’s telling me turn into an indecent string of images. “And then what?”

“Then, I’ll run my lips down your naked chest,” Kirk whispers, and I press the phone against my ear harder, his deep baritone voice blanketing my mind, “and I’ll push your wet thong down your legs with my teeth…”

See? Just like I told you; it's always interesting with him. Even when he has nothing but words at his disposal, he always makes me hot and bothered.

“Mmm, that sounds good…” I half-whisper, half-moan, two of my fingers working steadily on my clit. I’m lying down on my couch, completely naked as I imagine Kirk’s perfect naked body.

Yeah, it’s been like this every day; we have sex whenever we’re together, and whenever we’re apart… Well, we always find a way.

“I wouldn’t mind having a taste of that pussy right now, Em,” he continues, each word of his that reaches me making my body temperature raise. “I bet you’re soaking wet, aren’t you?”

“What do you think?” I ask him with a slight laugh. Oh, if only he knew exactly how wet I am right now… My juices are dripping down my thighs in buckets, and I even had to put a towel underneath me so that I wouldn’t ruin my couch.

“Oh, I’m just thinking that I’m very hard right now… God, how I wish I was there. I can’t get enough of that body of yours…”

“Mm… I like that. I'll never get tired of hearing that,” I continue to say, sliding one finger inside my pussy as I keep on working my clit with my thumb. As I work on my pussy, I allow images on Kirk's naked body to flood my mind, each one better than the last.

“I know that… and I also know that you're about to come.”

“How do —?’ I start to moan, but then a wave of heat takes over my body. My whole body tenses up and my pussy stars cramping up around my finger.

“Come for me…” he whispers, the way he lowers his voice making my skin prickle, and I lose all control. Pleasure bursts inside me like a nuclear bomb, and my eyes roll in their orbits as every single muscle in my body starts to spasm and twitch.

“God!” I cry out, pushing the words through my gritted teeth. Sprawled back on the couch, I take long deep breaths as my mind bounces back from ecstasy. Why can't all phone calls be like this?

“See? We don't even need to be together for me to make you come,” he laughs and, even though he can't see me now, I can't help but smile.

“But it's so much better when you're here… Why don't you come over, Kirk? I think I know of a few things we can do to pass the time… And you can stay the night too,” I purr, wanting to wake up next time him in the morning. It used to be an awkward thing, but now it's one of my favorite things in the whole world. The waking up part and the night before, of course.

“Is that so?” he asks me playfully.

“That's exactly so. I need my man in my bed.”

“If I'm your man,” he replies, “I guess that makes you my woman, doesn't it?”

“Does that makes us… girlfriend and boyfriend?” I can't help but asked him, realizing that it's exactly what we are: a couple.

“I think it does,” he laughs; a happy laugh, one that tells me how he feels about these two words. “But if that’s so, I want to take another step.”

“Another step?”

“Yeah, I want you to come over this weekend…”

“I’m always up for that.”

“I’m talking about a barbecue I’m having, Em. And my family and friends will be there too,” he adds, a note of hesitancy in his voice. So that’s the next step he’s talking about — friends and family.

“So… You want me to meet your family? And your friends?” That's good isn't it? It means things are getting serious. But if so, why do I feel so nervous about it?

“I do… And don't worry about it, they'll love you, Em.”

“Okay, okay… I'm sold. I'll take that next step,” I chuckle, throwing my head back against the armrest of the couch and closing my eyes. I'm in a relationship, a serious one! Ah, how things change.

“I love you, Em. You're my everything.”

“I love you too… Now hurry up; I need you in my bed. Right now.”

“I'm on my way.”

Ah, happiness!

Note From The Author:

And we’re not done yet, babe! What happens when Alexis…err Natalie gets to the barbecue? What happens when she gets so nervous that she starts drinking? Will this small slip of a girl in the La Perla lace and Christian Louboutins who only drinks wine be able to handle her liquor? And what will WineBar think afterwards? This is not a cliffhanger, but a promise that more story is to come in the book Dirty Lil’ Angels (coming in October 5, 2017)!