PART TWO
They spent the night together, which was lovely and unexpected for both. When they’d made the agreement last week, they confirmed that either party could leave at any time for any reason.
But Lilith—who hadn’t dare hope for anything beyond a vigorous half hour of lovemaking with no hard feelings if they never saw each other again—found the thought of getting dressed and leaving unsupportable.
The best part? She wasn’t the only one.
“Are you kidding?” Seth had asked. They were still coming down and enjoying the afterglow; Lilith was on her side, one of his arms around her shoulders while he stroked her hip. “D’you think this happens every day? Because I sure don’t. You’re lovely and I knew that before I saw you naked—also, you look so good naked—but the last thing I want to do is leave. And it’s nothing to do with sex.”
“Nothing?” she teased. And that led to great appreciation for Seth’s refractory period, which was apparently under six minutes. And greater appreciation for the deep pleasure of slicking him up and riding his cock while he gripped her hips and fucked up into her and groaned and wondered out loud how he’d gotten so fucking lucky.
They had room service dessert at midnight (crème brûlée for him because he loved pudding, chocolate mousse for her because chocolate), showered, drifted off together.
In the morning she woke to him kissing the back of her neck as he stroked her left breast, brushing his fingers over the nipple until it had stiffened beneath his palm. His hands and mouth were everywhere, silently asking permission, and when they were both panting he coaxed her over on her hands and knees and took her from behind, all the while gasping things like “beautiful” and “wonderful” and “perfect...Jesus, your ass is perfect”.
She’d been gripping the slats of the headboard, then dropped to her elbows and smirked when he groaned. She rocked back against his cock, impaling herself while urging him to go faster, harder, begging him to fill her and fuck her, and when she came he made a low noise behind her and followed her over the edge.
They showered again. Dressed, packed, left the room. Looked at each other while waiting for the elevator.
Now what?
Shouldn’t we fill the silence? I don’t want it to get awkward again.
Unnecessary; Seth broke the silence. “I’m not going to ask you out.”
She blinked at him. “Thanks for letting me in on your plan, I guess.” It was fine, wherever this led, whatever he meant by that. She just knew, somehow, even if she didn’t understand why, or where that surety came from.
Seth smiled and took her hand. (The one holding her overnight bag, which was a little weird, but okay.) “I’ll go home first. I’ll think about you all the way home and while I’m unpacking. I’ll think about you while I’m checking the hospital schedule so I’ll know when I’m free. I’ll ask you out then, so you won’t think it’s something I’m saying just now to break the awkward post-bang silence.”
She giggled at ‘post-bang silence’. “Seems prudent.”
“I won’t ask you out now so that when I ask you out later, you’ll know it’s real.”
Damn. I’m starting to like this guy.
‘You’ll know it’s real’, swoon!
She stared at him as the elevator dinged, followed him on. “Whether I see you again or not, you’re a marvel, Seth, did you know?”
“Well. Now I do.” Pause. “Are you impressed with my convincing attempt at modesty?”
“Not in the slightest.” She kissed him again, thinking that even if was for the last time...
It won’t be.
We’ll track him down like a dog if we have to!
A well-hung dog with dimples.
And now you’ve ruined dogs. And dimples.
...it had been an unforgettable night.