The bed shifted beneath his weight when he planted his palms into my mattress and raised his chest off of mine. His eyes drifted down as he took the time to appreciate the sight of my unclothed body, shaking his head from side to side slowly as he imagined how good this was about to be. My thighs parted wider in invitation, praying that he’d take advantage sooner rather than later. Much to my delight, he granted my request. Within seconds, our bodies were erotically intertwined and feeding off of one another’s sensual energy – exchanging moans and sex-faces that served as a testament of how badly we needed this.
I missed this feeling more than any amount of poetic verbiage could ever do justice. He worked his hips slowly in grinding circles, hitting spots that sent currents darting through my entire body – feet, toes, arms, legs. What was I thinking making him wait? Hadn’t I figured out yet that being a ‘good girl’ was impossible when it came to him? I would now and always bend to his will.
I don’t think there was a position that he didn’t have me in. With my hands and knees planted firmly in the mattress, I watched over my shoulder as AJ palmed both hips. Our bodies collided over and over again with a deliciously sensual rhythm that echoed throughout the room. His name was on my lips when I came and I kept my eyes on him when he groaned and climaxed behind me. By the time we finished, the pillows were at the foot of the bed, my comforter was wedged between the headboard and mattress, and the contents of my nightstand had been knocked to the floor.
We lie there naked and panting with our eyes glued to the ceiling, relieved and exhausted. AJ brought my hand to his chest; his heart was beating a mile a minute. I turned over and kissed the inside of his arm a few times before resting my head there. I didn’t realize how much I missed feeling this connection with him. I mean, yeah we’re close even without sex, but there’s no denying that I did in fact feel closer to him now.
A good half hour passed before we regained the strength to fix the sheets, blow out the candles, and reposition ourselves the right way on the bed. My dorm room had officially been christened and our lengthy drought had now come crashing to a screeching halt. Listening to AJ’s steady breaths, I drifted more easily than I had in days, and thankfully, so did he for a change.
Chapter5
Sam
When I awoke in AJ’s arms the next morning, I was reminded of the relief I felt at the realization that he hadn’t left town after our argument, instead sticking around so we could both cool off and then talk more rationally. We could’ve possibly gone without seeing each other until Thanksgiving if he hadn’t been so level-headed. When I saw him standing there beside my bed last night, the walls I’d built up against him tumbled and shattered as I succumbed to my emotions and deep-seated desires.
He was still asleep as I lie there thinking. Our argument came back to my mind and I wondered how it even came to that. The whole thing with Terrell had all been blown out of proportion, but I understood how it could’ve made AJ uncomfortable. Still, I was sticking to my theory that he had to have been in a bad mood way before I called. Had to be.
Terrell was starting to grow on me, but if I had to distance myself from him in order to save my relationship with AJ, I wouldn’t even think twice about it. In a perfect world, though, AJ would eventually meet Terrell, realize that our relationship was completely platonic, and whatever qualms he had about us being friends would fade.
AJ’s eyes flickered open and he stared at me for a second like he’d forgotten that we spent the night together. A broad smile crossed his face when the details of our night came rushing back. I smiled back and closed my eyes when he kissed my forehead lightly. His fingers ran down my cheek and pushed stray hairs away from my face. Part of me wanted to apologize for hurting his feelings and making him feel like I didn’t care about what he was going through, and another part of me wanted him to see my side of the situation too. I was smart enough not to ruin the moment by bringing it back up, but we had to talk about it eventually.
“Do you have to leave soon?” I asked.
“Not ‘til tomorrow.”
I breathed a sigh of relief at his response, but stared curiously. “How’d you get here anyway?”
“Drove,” he replied sarcastically.