Matt

Fuck! My dick is throbbing. Why does she affect me on such a visceral level? It’s like my cock doesn’t give a shit about being mad. All it wants is to be inside of her.

And the rest of my body…

In the last few days, I’ve stopped seeing her as June. She’s April, a sweet lost woman living with me. A woman who is trying so hard to remember, to recover, and to let me know how grateful she is for my help. But then her fiery side comes out, or she touches me, and bam! All these memories start surfacing.

The thing is, though, they’re not all tainted anymore. The anger is there, but it’s diminished to a simmer now. I see all the ways April really was present the entire time, and it thaws my heart.

Except right now…the way she was pressed up against me, the smell of her hair, the way those clear eyes were looking at me…I want her. I want her so bad it hurts.

And when I dipped her and she giggled, the memory of the last time we were here at this bar comes flooding back.

“That was fun. I like that place,” she says as we walk into her apartment.

“I think you like humiliating me.”

“Me?” she says coyly. “No. I just like to dance.”

“Really? You like to dance to rap?” I love her silly little jukebox Russian roulette.

“Yes, actually I do,” she sasses with a smirk.

We go into her bedroom and while she changes clothes I walk around the room, looking idly at its contents. Then I spy a box under the bed, just peeking out.

“What’s this?”

She’s not really paying much attention until I slide the box out. Then she leaps over me and tackles me. “Nothing. It’s nothing,” she yelps.

Of course, now I have to know what she’s hiding. So I fight her off, and she’s somewhere between laughing and pleading. I can’t tell if she’s mad or embarrassed or what, but I open the box anyway.

“Oh, well, look at that,” I say, looking at a big pink vibrator, a small silver one the size of my thumb, and a glass dildo. “Even your dildos are classy,” I chuckle as she slumps forward and covers her eyes. “I can’t believe I found the toy box. The holy grail. Don’t be embarrassed, Junebug.”

She groans and rolls over onto her back, her eyes covered by her forearm. “Is there a hole I can crawl into anywhere around here?”

Putting down the dildo, I take out the big pink vibrator. “Speaking of holes…” I waggle my eyebrows, then plop onto the bed and make my way over to her. “Let me see yours.”

She uncovers her eyes and looks at me, her blue eyes the size of saucers. “I cannot believe you just said that.” She laughs and tries to move, but I grab her ankle and slide her to me.

“Woman, let’s not even pretend you want to leave. I’m about to make you feel so fucking good, you’ll probably beg me to move in.”

“Doubtful.”

“Is that a challenge I hear? Nothing makes me try harder than a challenge.” I crawl up over her body, holding my weight up with my forearms, and begin to kiss her. I know her sweet spot, and when I lick right under her ear she moans loudly. She pulls the back of my shirt over my head and tries to undo my pants, but I stop her, grabbing the vibrator.

“Show me how you use this,” I whisper in her ear. She shakes her head. I turn it on, and it vibrates loudly. I run it down her body. Sitting up, I move the vibrator from one nipple to the other until she’s squirming under me. “Show me, woman.”

“No.”

“No?” I shift myself back so I’m hovering by her knees. Her legs are closed and I move the vibrator lower still, past her belly button to her pelvis, where she should have a small patch of hair, but she keeps it bare. “Should I go lower?” I move it just a little lower, but with her legs shut tight, I can’t press it where I want to. She arches her back and I can hear the humming from the toy. “What does this little part do?” I ask, running it along the edge of her pussy. “Is this for your clit? This goes into your pussy while this works your clit?” She doesn’t answer.

“So quiet, my Junebug. I guess I’ll just have to see for myself.” I move to the side and part her thighs. She doesn’t push me away. Hell, she’s not even shying away. I can see her glistening pussy lips, and I know this is turning her on as much as it is me. “I think you need a little lube first.”

“I don’t have—” she begins, but when my tongue goes straight inside of her she shuts up and begins to writhe under me.

She is so fucking wet. “I guess you don’t need any help after all,” I tease, wiping my lips. I put the tip of the vibrator on her opening and watch her as I push it in. Our eyes never part and it is the most unbelievably erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my whole goddamn life. I just started and I think she’s about to come. I take it out and then slide it back in, over and over, until she’s completely gone. Her eyes are closed and she’s moaning and yelling and fucking begging. “I need—I need…Oh God, I…Matt,” she moans loudly as I pump the toy into her. My cock is so fucking hard, I think I’m going to come before she does, and she hasn’t even touched me yet. Her legs part even further and the smaller arm of the vibrator hits her clit with every single pump, and then she’s off. She comes so hard and so intensely that I’m absolutely sure her neighbors heard her. Without giving her any reprieve, I unzip my pants, push them down, pull her head to the side, and thrust my cock in her mouth. She grips it tightly and works me so fucking good that three strokes later, I’m coming hard as fuck in her mouth.

I’m lying there in a daze, all my energy drained from my body, when I hear her say, “Get that shit out of me.” I didn’t even realize the vibrator’s still inside her. I pull it out slowly, toss it aside, and then roll over to her side, still trying to catch my breath. “You sucked the life out of me, woman.”

She laughs and gets comfortable against me. And there, on the old carpet of her small apartment, with the feistiest woman I’ve ever known cuddled up next to me, I fall asleep. I never make it to work that night.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I wake up, and June is on top of me, riding me slowly. Lazily. Fucking fantastically. And I love that we can go from crazed wild sex to making love. The next day I wake up more satiated and more content than I’ve ever been my whole entire life.

There is absolutely no way that that night was a lie. I know it in my bones.