He licks his lips and smiles, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek to hold in my grin. I have no idea why I’m so curious about this, but I am. His eyes meet mine and he shakes his head. He trails his finger down my stomach and dips into me. “Yours is the sweetest pussy and the only one I want. I’m a bit obsessed with it.” I moan softly as he moves around before slipping out of me.
“Good,” I state as he pops his finger into his mouth and smiles around it. Good Lord, that’s hot. He engulfs my face in his hands and moves in slowly, planting the sweetest, most gentle kiss he’s ever given me. Pulling back ever so slightly, we study each other. There are no words, just the sound of our breathing as my eyes examine every inch of his face. He looks completely relaxed right now. No furrowed brow, no tension in his jaw. Just slightly parted lips and soft green eyes. My finger runs down the prominent slit in his bottom lip to his chin, feeling soft stubble along his jaw. I sigh. The sight of Reese with a five o’clock shadow would surely cripple me. Trailing his fingers along my skin, he brushes over my eyebrows, down my temples and across my cheekbones.
“What are you thinking right now?” he whispers and I lean in, pressing our foreheads together and closing my eyes. God, what wasn’t I thinking? That I love being with him like this in his bed, that I am so wrapped up in him, and at certain moments, I think it might break me. That I’m scared, terrified, of my feelings for him and his possible lack of feelings for me in the same way. I need to give him an answer so I do.
I open my eyes and connect with his. “That I’m scared I’m going to fuck this up,” I reply, so soft, so low that I think maybe he misses it, until his eyes widen. I swallow and continue. “I don’t really know what I’m doing. I mean, I’ve never done this before.” His hand brushes my hair back. “You make this look so easy, and I just… I feel like I’m struggling.” My voice breaks at the end. I sound weak. Pathetic even. His silence eats away at me so I shift down a bit to lay my head against his chest in my favorite spot, nuzzling his neck. I need his scent right now. I am anything but relaxed after that admission and I know it will soothe me.
“I think you’re amazing,” he pronounces into my hair, his hands wrapping around my waist and holding my body against his. Amazing? At this? Really? I exhale slowly and feel all the tension leave my body. That is all I needed to hear. If he thinks I’m amazing at this, then I must be doing something right. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on his breathing and let his smell wash over me. His hands dip under his dress shirt and stroke my back lovingly, just like he did last week on his couch after our long talk. And once again, there is silence between us. But this kind of silence, the kind where no words are welcome because just being together, holding each other, is better than anything that could possibly be said. This kind of silence is perfect. And then I pass out from my favorite form of intoxication. Reese Carroll.
I’ve always slept soundly in my bed, wrapped up in my nine hundred thread count sheets and down comforter. My feather top mattress gives the illusion of sleeping on a cloud and once I lay down on it, I’m out for the count. Dead to the world. I can usually sleep through anything except my daily five a.m. alarm. I once slept through the commotion of two fire engines and several ambulances when a building across the street caught on fire. I had no idea. When I eventually woke up mid-morning on that Saturday, I was shocked at how loud the sirens were that I had slept through. So most mornings, even when I have to wake up at five a.m., I feel extremely well rested and ready for the day. A good night’s sleep is very important for your body to properly function and I usually achieved one nightly. But this morning, as I slowly shift my head from side to side, eyes still closed and the feel of something heavy on top of me, I feel like I’ve been sleeping for days. I’ve never felt this revitalized. Slowly fluttering my eyes open, I spot a wild mess of dark brown hair spread across my chest. Hot breath blows across my breast, tickling my nipple, and it takes me a minute to process what’s in front of me, or really, what’s on top of me. My eyes shoot open and I turn to the alarm on the table next to me. Seven twelve in the morning it flashes. Seven twelve? Fuck!
“Reese. Get up.” I wiggle underneath him, but he’s not budging. He’s not even shifting his weight at all. He’s clinging to me like Saran Wrap, his head nuzzling between my breasts and our legs tangling together in the sheets. I almost don’t want to move because being under and wrapped up in him this way feels amazing. But it’s morning, and I fucking slept over. “REESE.” Gripping his shoulders and snapping back into my sanity, I push with everything I have and he grumbles, rolling over onto his back and slowly opening one eye. That one eye scans my body and he smiles.