Stenton turns to shut off the water then grabs my hand to leave the shower. He hands me a towel to dry while I gawk at him tentatively. When he finally turns to me, apparently ready to speak, my belly flips.
“Look, I know sharing about our past...in between or after...” He waves his hand dismissively as he dries himself. “...whatever you wanna call those bullshit ass relationships we were in, is somewhat necessary, but I don’t care to speak on them. It’s an act of futility considering their relevance. But, I’m gonna try to quell whatever curiosities you may have about them now. The last time I had sex was back in March with someone who doesn’t matter. It was something I did during the final low period before I decided to man the hell up and go after what I knew I needed all along.”
He takes me at the shoulder, drawing slow and soft circles in my damp skin, a fortifying move, I’m sure. This isn’t easy for him.
“But before then, the last time I played with restraints, again, was in the summer of ’10, and that was with you. When I realized I needed to keep my sanity, I packed up all that shit and had it sent to Alpine for storage. I didn’t want any reminders of you, and I damn sure had no desire to play with Erika. Jenna would’ve never opened her mind to it even if I wanted it with her. I never had a comparable connection to a woman since you, and I damn sure didn’t have anything meaningful before you.”
I feel the air rushing into my mouth as it hangs open. I don’t know how long I’m dazed before he takes me at the sides of my face.
“Hey. Stay with me here,” he whispers in my face.
“I’m here.” I assure with wide eyes, a bit jarred.
“You don’t look it, and I don’t want you tripping off dumb shit,” he breathes even closer to my mouth. So close I can feel the whiskers of his face.
I’m backed up against the wall and the next thing I know, I’m being lifted in the air until my legs intuitively wrap around his narrow waist.
“No more dumb shit, Ni?a. I mean it.” With an unexpected upward thrust Stenton enters me. I suck in a sharp breath, instantly enraptured by his fullness. His chin raises as his eyes widen and he shakes his head. “Eh-eh… Remember, we now breathe together. Open your mouth and let me hear it,” he taunts deliciously as he fluidly moves in and out of me.
My head swings back, bumping the wall without pain. The only sensations I feel are Stenton’s actions below until he takes my left nipple into his mouth and sucks on it with wild abandon. My arms wrap around his shoulders and neck, and eyes slam shut as my dampened back suctions against the cool tiles of the wall. My inner walls are aflutter with increasing sensations. I can feel my orgasm nearing in no time, unlike earlier.
This is how we spend our first night together, rekindling our passion. Reveling in the magic we make together. We take on small talk and laugh in between touching and rediscovering. There is no more hard talk, just light banter and exploratory play with our bodies. I feel myself falling in love with him all over again that quickly. It’s surreal, impulsive. Terrifying. But I let myself go.