He exhaled heavily, bringing the glass to his lips and saying, “That’s good,” before he took a sip.
“But I would like to suck your dick so hard you promise to do it anyway,” I said and laughed as he planted his hand on my back and shoved me out of the booth, telling me to go play with the girls for a bit.
We danced, and drank; Hanna and Mina were an unstoppable combination of inappropriate, and had all of us laughing until our sides hurt on the dance floor. It was a perfect night: out with all of my favorite people in the entire world, surrounded by my girlfriends while the love of my life hate-loved me with fiery intensity from across the room.
And, because they were fully on my side in this ridiculous abstinence business, Max and Will came and joined us and surrounded me, dancing and teasing, lifting me up and carrying me to Bennett for an upside-down, drunken kiss.
“I love you anyway,” I told him as he scowled down at me. “And I’m going to break you tonight.”
He shook his head, giving in to the smile he was trying to fight. “I love you anyway, too. And you can try your hardest, but it won’t work. You’re not getting my dick again until we’re married.”
We brushed our teeth side by side and studied each other in the mirror. I was wearing a thick cotton robe over my weapon of mass seduction, but Bennett wore only his boxers, so I took some time to appreciate his naked torso. I loved his man nipples, the dusting of hair on his chest, and the definition of his shoulders, chest, and stomach. I lovingly counted the six-pack and then stared at the trail of hair leading from his belly button to beneath his boxer briefs. I wanted to lick that line and then taste the smooth skin of his cock.
“Did you take a sleeping pill again?”
He shook his head, mouth wide as he brushed his back molars.
“I like your body,” I said around a mouthful of toothbrush.
He flashed me a foamy toothpaste smile. “Likewise.”
“Can I give you head?”
He bent to spit and rinse his mouth before saying simply, “No.”
“Want to give me a quickie from behind?”
He wiped his face on a towel and then placed a peck on the top of my head. “No.”
“Handie?” I asked to his retreating form as he left the bathroom.
“No.”
I washed my face and walked out into the bedroom to join him. He was already under the covers, reading some political nonfiction book.
“I’m going to try to not be insulted that there’s a military man on the cover of that book and you just turned down a blow job.”
“Let me know how that works out for you,” he said, giving me a little wink.
Shrugging, I stripped out of my robe and stood near him, wearing a tiny mint-green thong with a skirt overlay in silk chiffon with delicate floral embroidery and matching sheer bra. Thin silken garters held up the softest nude stockings I’d ever worn.
He glanced up and did a quick double take, exhaling, “Christ,” under his breath.
“Just some comfy jammies,” I said, hopping over him and climbing under the covers. “I just love sleeping next to you when I’m wearing silk garters and these flimsy, expensive panties.”
He adjusted the pillows behind his back and returned to his book, but I counted to one hundred before he even turned his attention from one page to the next, so I could tell there was no way he was actually reading anything.
Sliding the covers down to expose my upper thighs, I curled into his side, humming. “You should feel these stockings. They’re so delicate. I bet you could just look at them and they’d rip.”
Bennett coughed, and then smiled patiently down at me. “I’m sure they would. I bought them for you, after all.”
“But I’m just not sure I should sleep in them.” I frowned thoughtfully. “Can you help me take them off?”