31 - Dean
Sam’s body has so many little secrets that I love discovering. There’s the freckles across her nose and the thousands of freckles that scatter across her chest. She has a mole on her left hip that I kiss gently, and a little patch of skin on her right thigh that’s impossibly soft. Every curve, every freckle, every inch of skin feels like it was made for me to worship. I run my hand all over her body as she watches me and I wish I could use both hands. I want to know her body as well as I know my own.
I’ve been dreaming of her taste ever since the first night, and I finally get to taste her again. We make love again and again, writhing and grinding and touching and kissing and coming until all my energy is spent. I sigh. All I can do is lay back and trail my finger back and forth along her side. She shivers and purrs against me.
“I had such a good time tonight,” she says.
“Me too. When do you have to work next?” I ask.
She lifts her head slightly and frowns at me. “Not till Monday,” she answer. “Why?”
“Stay with me,” I whisper. I’m not ready to let her go, not ready to watch her walk out the door. A smile breaks across her face and she nods.
“Ok.”
She puts her head back on my shoulder and I feel like it was made for her. I run my finger over and back across her body and she shivers again before her breath deepens and I know she’s asleep. I’m not far behind, falling into the deepest and most peaceful sleep I’ve had in months.
We spend the weekend just like that - eating and walking and talking and fucking over and over and over. I’m in heaven. I keep exploring her body and finding new things to love about it, and she keeps exploring mine. Sunday night comes too soon, and despite my protests, Sam kisses me goodbye.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” she says.
“I wish you worked closer to here,” I say with a grin. “It’s so much better when you’re around.”
“Me too,” she smiles. With one more kiss, she walks out the door and heads home. I sigh, locking the door behind her and once again turning around to my cold, empty apartment.
I head to my bedroom and flop down onto the bed. I should feel good, I know I should. I got a call last week from another firm who’s willing to give me an interview, I’ve spent the weekend with a gorgeous woman, and I’m finally living my life as my own man.
I should be happy, and I am! I am happy. I just can’t shake the feeling that it isn’t right. I don’t like fighting with my parents and the cruelty in my mother’s face when she left surprised me. I find it hard to believe that she would let me go so easily, when their entire future in politics relied on my marriage to Victoria.
With a deep breath, I try to put the thoughts behind me. I lay down in bed and I can still smell Sam’s perfume on the pillow. I smile and inhale deeply, already looking forward to seeing her again.
The next few weeks go by just like that. I end up finding a job at a rival firm and slip into a new routine at work. Sam and I see each other whenever we can, and she sleeps over on the weekends and a couple nights a week. My arm heals, and Sam comes with me to get the cast off. It’s easy, and without me even knowing when it happens, I realise I’m happy. I wake up one Sunday morning and turn to see Sam. She’s snoring lightly, her brown hair across the pillow like a brush stroke and her face completely peaceful as she sleeps. I take a finger and run it gently over her cheek, smiling as she shivers.
Her eyes flutter open.
“Hey,” she murmurs.
“Hey,” I answer. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s ok. How’s the arm feeling today?”
I close and open my fist a few times and shrug. “A bit stiff but it’s ok. I’ll do the exercises the doctor gave me and it should loosen right up.” She nods and rolls onto her back, stretching her arms overhead. I drag my eyes over her body as she groans. She turns around suddenly, holding a hand to her mouth. She sits up and swings her legs over the edge of the bed.
“What’s wrong?” I say, concerned.
She shakes her head and slowly lowers her hand. “It’s nothing. Thought I might have to run to the bathroom but I think I’m safe.”
“You should really get that checked out, Sam. Is it the nausea again?”
She nods her head and takes a deep breath. “It usually passes within a couple minutes. I don’t want to go to the doctor for something so small.”
I shake my head and run my hand over her stomach. “It’s not small, Sam. I’ll take you. You could have a stomach bug or something.”
She nods slowly and then turns to me suddenly. “Oh! I forgot to say on Friday, I spoke to Margaret. She agreed to let you come and do a show for the kids. Can you come tomorrow night?”
“Sure,” I answer. “I’ll let Pat know. Did she agree to the partnership with him?”
“She said we could have you there for an afternoon or two and see how the kids react. She liked the idea of the balloon animal lessons and juggling lessons.”
I grin. “Awesome. Pat’s gonna be over the moon, he’s been looking to expand the non-profit business of it into something like this for years.”
I wrap my arm around her and pull her in for a kiss. I nuzzle my head into her body and she giggles when I kiss her and blow air over her neck. She wraps her legs around me and I lift my head to see that look in her eye - that look that makes me hard every time I see it.
“I love waking up next to you,” I say. Sam’s eyes soften and a smile tugs at her lips. She nods.
“Me too,” she whispers.
“Stay tonight. Don’t go to work tomorrow,” I say.
Sam smiles. “I can’t, you know I can’t. I have to leave in a couple hours.”
“The past couple months…” I start. She holds up a hand and puts it over my lips.
“I know. I didn’t think I could be this happy so soon after the divorce.” I smile and bring my lips to hers. We kiss softly and my cock throbs between my legs. She feels it and wriggles her body, laughing and wiggling her eyebrows.
“What do we have here?” she purrs. I don’t even have time to answer. Our bodies are already intertwined and connected and once again I make love to the most incredible woman I’ve ever known.