9
ETHAN
I'm pretty sure I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow, because the next thing I knew my phone alarm was vibrating on the table and faint light was streaming through the window.
I was in Jessica's bed, I realized. I'd climbed right into bed without thinking, and gone straight to sleep! It seemed normal last night, I guess, but now it felt awfully presumptuous.
But with Jessica's body curled against mine, two bodies spooning wonderfully, I couldn't make myself care.
We had a connection, and it had to do with that totem. Even now, with Jessica's body blocking my view of it, I could feel it on the other bedside table. It joined us, somehow. Like two souls that had been together for eons and had only just found one another.
I wasn't the kind of person who believed in love at first sight, but this was awfully close.
Love. Was that what this was? I'd known this woman for two days, going on three, and our first meeting hadn't gone well. Not many men transformed into a beast and carried a woman's unconscious body across Texas on their first date.
Okay, so maybe love was a strong word. Fondness felt more... I don't know. Cautious. I was fond of Jessica, and I knew she was fond of me.
But I couldn't shake this feeling.
I rolled over to turn off my alarm. Jessica rolled with me, groans of protests coming from deep within her throat.
"No leave. Stay. Cuddles."
I slid an arm under her neck to let her snuggle against my chest. "You're needy in the morning."
She draped a thigh over mine, brushing against my morning wood. The rest of my body stiffened at the contact, and she opened one eye.
"I'm not the only needy one."
She pressed herself tighter against me, grinding her panties against my thigh. I could feel the wetness there; I wasn't the only one who woke excited.
She kissed my chest softly, gently butterfly kisses that moved across my body as she slowly climbed on top. I ran my hands along her back, and Jessica quickly tugged off her shirt to give me access to her bare skin. The feeling of her breasts pressing against my body was like pure, extracted bliss.
"You feel nice and warm," she crooned, practically stealing the words out of my mouth.
"Yeah?"
"Mmm hmm." She kissed along my breastbone, then up to the side of my neck. "I've got a place nice and warm for you, too," she whispered in my ear, playfully biting my earlobe.
She straddled me, and reached back to pull her panties aside. Then her fingernails were raking along my rock hard cock, from the base up to the tip and back down again. She wrapped her fingers around it and guided it up, rubbing my head against the drenched opening of her pussy, teasing both of us at the same time.
My lips found hers, and our noses brushed together while we kissed.
Slowly she lowered herself onto me, tiny little nudges with her hips. My head pushed deeper each time, slowly becoming coated with her natural lubrication, and it was all I could do not to grab her waist and speed along the process.
Finally Jessica gave in, pushing down all the way to my base. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide in a silent moan as I ran my fingers through her hair.
And then I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed the side of her hips with my strong hands and thrust up into her, slowly at first, but growing faster in time with Jessica's movements.
We rocked together in the bed, slowly making love, and our orgasms were full of passion and release and barely-retrained silence.
Jessica rolled off me and kissed me on the cheek. "Let me go to the bathroom first, then join me when you hear the shower."
I watched her legs and ass stride away, and was certain she was sashaying extra seductively for me.
I'd never showered with a woman before--yeah, I know, weird for a 31 year old, but I'd always dated women who preferred privacy in the bathroom. I found it wonderfully sensual, the water running over our bodies and the steam clouding everything we saw. She squirted shampoo into my hair and scratched it into a lather with massaging fingers and then pulled me down under the scalding water.
"Now you're clean," she said, slapping me on the ass.
After, I laid back in bed, nude, and watched her blow-dry her hair in the mirror.
"The closest DART station is two blocks to the east," she said. "Otherwise, I've got lunch meat in the fridge and bread in the pantry."
"Works for me," I said. "Mostly I'm going to do some research online. Come up with a plan of action."
"I'll leave my laptop unlocked. But do all your searches in my TOR browser. I don't want the FBI or NSA or whoever seeing How can a gryphon kill a dragon? in my Google search history."
"TOR browser. Scandalous," I teased.
"Can't let big data see all my secrets."
Dressed in a beautiful pencil skirt and a green blouse, Jessica bent over me and gave me a long, passionate kiss. Just when I was thinking she would hop back in bed for another round, she pulled away.
"Think about that while I'm slaving away for Mrs. Arnold," she said, and left.
But she only got as far as the door before stopping.
"What's wrong?"
She came back into the bedroom, rounded the bed, and picked up the gryphon totem. "I'm gunna take this with me."
I blinked. "Why?"
"Because... I think I have to. It won't let me go without it."
That didn't make any logical sense, but it felt right. I shrugged and said, "Don't hit the gemstone by accident."
"I'll warn you if I decide to push it out of curiosity." She grinned, gave me another kiss, and then she was gone.