Chapter Thirty-Seven

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

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Self-control, in a word, sucked.  

That’s not to say that I wasn’t going to apply it, but things were much more fun when you could throw all that shit out the window and just go for the instant gratification.  I think it said more about how I felt about her than anything about myself that I kept making sure we had some semblance, any semblance of it left.  Or maybe it was just because I knew that waiting was better for her.  I really didn’t give a shit about myself.  If it was anyone else, I would have crumbled a long time ago.  

And she was making that increasingly difficult—I wanted to just give in.  

Not that she was doing it on purpose; she wasn’t trying to completely destroy my new-found sense of responsibility.  I’d never felt this…mature.  I think I spent a lot of time in the past thinking I was mature, but really, I hadn’t known anything about it until I met Allison.  I liked exerting what I thought was maturity, but the relationships I had before were self-indulging, and momentary—it sort of felt like I’d just been passing the time until she came along.  But it was like she was in between where I was now, and where I’d been; the immediacy of having what she wanted now warring with what she knew to be the better choice.  

It was just that I was not normally the voice of reason in a relationship.  

We decided just to eat at Paul’s since we were already there.  She was so cute.  She changed her mind three times about which burger she wanted because she wanted them all.  She bounced between a Texas Burger, to an English Burger, to an El Paso Burger, and finally settled on a Bacon Burger, and was practically giddy about the root beer float.  The girl sitting next to me at the counter, with her hand on my thigh, and her smile huge when they sat the float glasses down, was so different than the girl I met so many months ago.  But at the same time, she was exactly the same; she was just more now.  Everything was more now.  

The allure of simply going home and just going for it was temporarily sidelined by burgers and a fucking root beer float.  Iloveyou.

Waiting was still right; it was smart.  I wouldn’t jeopardize her more for anything.  No matter how much I wanted to sacrifice my own self-control.  

I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek.  

“What was that for?”

‘Cause I’m stupid in love with you, and you’re completely adorable.  “Just because,” I said instead, shrugging.  

~ooOoo~

I grabbed her hand as we left the restaurant, listening to her laud the root beer floats like they were liquid gold.  I pointed out that we could make them anytime we wanted at home if we just bought some root beer and ice cream, and I think she just about peed from the excitement.  And we had to make a plan to get the ingredients.  

Her phone rang halfway between Paul’s and my apartment and she started patting pockets to find which one she stuffed it in, shoving the paper bag at me while she checked the display.  “Fuck.”

“What?”

“It’s Anatoly.”  She looked up me.  “I better take it.”

I nodded.  “Ok.  I’ll wait over there.”  I parked it on some brownstone’s stairway.  I really didn’t think they would care, and I wouldn’t be there that long anyway.  

“No, thanks, I’m doing much better,” filtered in from her conversation, and she was looking down at the sidewalk, not really paying attention to her surroundings.  She walked back and forth in front of me a few times.  He must have been asking when she thought she could come back to work.  Too bad both of us had to do that soon.  

It was probably really inherently wrong to feel anything positive about what happened with the landlord.  I wasn’t grateful, that was the totally the wrong sentiment, but appreciative maybe, for the chance to have basically an entire week of interrupted time with her.  The mechanism for how we got the time was fucked up, but everything that came from it—I couldn’t look at that as anything but positive.  

I watched her turn on her heel and hop a step back in my direction.  I smirked as she started this jittery kind of nervous bounce to her step, like she was anxious for the call to end, but knew she couldn’t hang up.  

Sometimes with her, I don’t think I can really explain what happens to my brain.  It was like she made it detach sometimes, and that wasn’t always good.  I already knew myself well enough to know that I did shit before completely thinking it through, and when she encouraged or facilitated that in me—I got even stupider.  And that was the one thing I never wanted to with her again.  

I don’t think either of us spent a lot of time thinking about the first time we really had sex in the alley, because she was right—we were different people then, and we weren’t in the right mindset for it.  But I don’t discount or forget what happened or what I did.  And I suppose it’s always the… Not the standard I go by, but just—it’s always there lingering.  Just in case I step too close to that line.  

And I did, yesterday.  I didn’t think.  And we were both too caught up in everything to stop and think.  Or we didn’t care.  I’m not sure which was worse.  They were probably equally bad.

But it was a huge failure on my part.  Fucking her without protection—I couldn’t keep her safe if I wasn’t going to follow my own rules.  It wasn’t that I was concerned that either of us had something we were going to spread to each other.  I suppose we both should have been a little more concerned about that given our histories, but we were both incredibly lucky.  It wasn’t even really the idea that I was inside her without a condom.  It was the implication.  It was the possibility.  And the two of us having a kid was just… We were just figuring us out; it wasn’t a good place to forever alter our lives.  

I should have stopped.  Because not stopping and just barreling ahead anyway was one step closer to more risk later.  I don’t know why I even asked if she wanted me to pull out.  The only answer was yes.  Things with her felt so good, the temptation to just let myself feel that, pushing inside her and being assaulted with her heat and her wetness, and nothing else between us, and to come in her—we were lucky I could even stop.  Because she wanted it, too.  And I think if I hadn’t asked, she wouldn’t have said anything—she just would have let me come in her.  So if she wasn’t going to be able to protect herself, even from me, then I had to make sure I did.  

I’m not sure her reaction ultimately surprised me or not.  I knew she thought it was stupid for me to be mad at myself, but her quick leap to—well then we need birth control—it was great to see her make that kind of decision.  And not just for me, not for someone else, but for herself, too.  A problem presented itself, and she reasoned it out, found the best possible solution for both of us.  It said something that she suggested it herself.  

I wasn’t actually sure how I was going to handle the implication of the end of the week.  Because just the idea of actually having sex with her and coming in her, and that she was the one that suggested it, wanted it… What did I have that made her think she wanted to share that with me?  I mean, I was nice to her; I was nicer than most of the guys she knew before, and I tried to treat her right, but, I was still essentially a fuck-up.  I didn’t have anything to offer her that got her out of the station she was in right now.  I didn’t have a career path; I didn’t know what I was going to do with my life.  I floated.  What was appealing about a fuck-up floater that had screwed up a lot of things with her in the beginning?  Why would she think that person was the one she wanted to share this huge thing with?  I mean, it didn’t get any closer than this.  This was sort of the end-all for sexual intimacy.  And it was going to be another first for her.  A willing kind of first.  I wasn’t sure I deserved all those firsts.  

She was this amazing person that seemed to think I was a much better person that I was.  And she deserved a lot more than I could give her.  

I wanted to give her more than I could give her.  

She stopped walking, just shuffling from foot to foot a little to the left of me.  Every few shuffles one of her feet would stop momentarily and tap against the pavement impatiently.  The call must have been winding down.  

I wanted to make her happy.  I wanted her to be safe.  I wanted to take care of her.  I just didn’t know why she thought I was capable of any of those things.  

She pressed the ‘End’ button on the phone harshly and let out an aggravated sigh as she turned around and walked over to me.  “He means well, but he doesn’t fucking shut up.”  I smiled at her when she stopped in front of me.  From where I was on the stairs we were nearly eye level.  She took two steps and landed sideways in my lap, her arms going around my neck and her body turning so she could kiss me.  “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You alone out here?”

“Looks that way.”

“This your house?” she nudged her head up at the brownstone behind us.

I shook my head.  “Nope.”

“Whatcha doin’ out here then?”

“Waiting for a nice, unsuspecting girl like yourself to happen upon me.”

“Really?  And you think that’s me, huh?”

“Worth a shot.”

“And what were you gonna do with this girl you were waiting for?”

“I hadn’t decided yet.”

“Hmm.”  She toed one of the paper bags on the step.  “Whatcha got in the bags?”

“Condoms.”

She giggled.  “Are you coming on to me, stranger?”

“What if I said yes?  I have an awful lot of condoms to use…”

“Mmm, my boyfriend might not like that too much.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”

“Yep.”

“Where is he then?”

“Oh, he’s around.”

“Just lurking?  Waiting?”

“Yeah.  He’ll be coming by pretty soon.”

“Hmm.  Maybe you’d like me better.”

“I doubt that.  My boyfriend’s pretty awesome.”

“He is, huh.  What makes him awesome?”

She settled in my lap more, resting her body against mine.  “Well, he’s very understanding.  And he’s really nice.  And he’s pretty cute.”

“That makes him awesome?  I’m pretty cute.”

“Not quite as cute as my boyfriend.  He also doesn’t interrupt me.”

I chuckled.  

“He’s thoughtful.  And he fills out awkward paperwork because he can.  And he goes with me to Planned Parenthood appointments.  Even came in for the exam with me.  Bet you wouldn’t do that.”

“Nah, probably not.  He sounds like kind of a pussy.”

She blew out a laugh, but kissed me gently.  “He’s the farthest thing from a pussy…”

“Hmm.”

“Other guys wouldn’t have done that.”

“You don’t think so?”

“No, I know so.  They would have just made me go alone.  Or would have been too weirded out to even try it.  And you read me really well.  You always know when I need you.”

“It wasn’t a big deal.”

“It was a big deal to me.  I don’t think I could have done that without you there today.  I don’t really know why either.  I wasn’t uncomfortable.  She was a woman.  But I just… I couldn’t do it alone.”  

“You don’t have to do anything alone.”

“Not anymore, no.”

“I just distracted you.” I shrugged.  

She shook her head at me slowly, her hand moving to my cheek.  “You did a lot more than that.”

“Mmm.”  I paused.  I knew she’d needed me.  And while I can’t say I’ve ever done that for anyone else, I didn’t really think about it then.  I hated the thought of more mistakes, or poor choices, and if this was what she needed, then that’s what I would do.  “So…this boyfriend.  Why was he taking you to Planned Parenthood?”

“Birth Control.”

“Ah.  Well I just happen to have all these condoms… How’s that for birth control?”

“That’ll work for this week, but not next.”

“What’s next week?”

“We’ve decided to take the next step.”

“Getting hitched, huh?”

She giggled.  “No.  We don’t want to use the condoms anymore.  So I needed the pills so we can go without them.”

“That’s a pretty big step.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Why you want to make that step with him?”

“I told you; he’s awesome.”

“That’s not a very good reason.”  I suppose this was kind of unfair.  Because I’m sure it was hard to tell if I was being completely serious or not.  But I still wanted to see what her answer was.  

Nope.  That one did it.  Her face changed, and I think she knew that I set kidding aside.  

“Why wouldn’t I want to make that step with you?”

“I just don’t want you to regret something later.”

Her face softened and she smiled gently at me.  “I’m not going to regret anything later.  There isn’t anyone else I would want it with.”

“But you haven’t been with anyone else.  How do you know that?”

“Because I know you.  And everything is different now with you.”

I sighed.  “I think you give me way more credit than you should.  I haven’t done anything for you—you did all those things to make it different.”

“Pffft, that’s total fucking bullshit.  The only reason I’m right here is because of you.  And I’m happy.  I’ve never been this happy.  You did that.”  

“No one can make someone else happy.”

“That’s bullshit, too.”  She ran her hand through my hair.  “What’s this about?  Are you having second thoughts?”

“No,” I said quickly.  “I want that with you.  I just want to make sure you want it with me.”

“Why would I say I did if I really didn’t?”

“I dunno.  Because you think it’s what I want.”

Her brow furrowed again just a tiny bit.  “I know what I want, Tyler.  I want you.”

I nodded.  “Ok.”  

She was quiet for a second, her legs swinging slightly as they hung off of my lap.  “I don’t know why you want to be with me, either—if that’s what you’re asking.”  

I smiled.  Much more perceptive than she alluded to sometimes.  “Guess it’s a mystery then.”

“I think I just stopped trying to figure it out.  You say you do.  That’s enough for me now.”

I pulled her closer, her head on my shoulder.  “It’s always enough.  I just don’t want to fuck you up.”

She let out a huge sigh, and pushed off of my lap.  “Fucking Christ.  Let’s go, ya weirdo.  Pick up your condoms before someone thinks you’re a walking ad for safe sex.  We could be putting them to good use instead of sitting out here talking about shit you should already know.”

I smiled, and indeed picked up the bags, grabbing the hand she had extended waiting for me.  We walked half a block before I said, “You talk to you boyfriend that way?  Because I won’t take that kind of abuse.”

She yanked on my hand and pulled me over for a kiss.  “It’s a good thing you’re a really good lay.”

Well, I’d take that as a compliment.

And I had to tease her then when we got back to the apartment.  I plopped down on the couch with an exhale, condoms dropped on the coffee table.  She looked over at me for a second, before looking off at the bedroom with this half surprised/half confused look on her face.  Or like I was supposed to follow that line of vision and get the fucking point.  “What are you doing?” she finally asked.

“Thought I’d watch a movie.  Horror maybe.  Or action.  Something with a lot of gore.  Wanna join me?”  I smiled widely, but I thought I was fairly convincing in my seriousness. 

She blinked at me.  And I just kept expectantly smiling.  She pursed her lips, nodded once and took off down the hall.  “Yeah, I wanna change first.”

Well, shit.  That didn’t go how I thought it would.  Did she think I really wanted to watch a movie now?  I had no interest in movies with gore, or movies at all.  I was halfway off the couch to follow her and tell her I was just teasing when she walked back out.  Her changed attire consisted of one of my T-shirts, and for some reason this one looked even more like she was drowning in it.  She padded over to the couch and sidestepped me to plop down herself.  “You gonna make popcorn?” she asked, looking up at me. 

“Um, yeah.  I can make popcorn.”

She shrugged.  “We don’t need any.  Just put it in.”

It was my turn to blink at her.  Was she teasing me back?  Some sort of reversal of my reversal?  I wasn’t sure that was legal.  And I was actually getting kind of confused now.  So I put a DVD in, and I can say with all honesty that I have no idea what DVD it even was.  I didn’t pay attention; I was completely distracted now.  I plopped down again, sitting on the opposite side of the couch because she was sitting sideways, and she smiled at me just as widely as I had smiled at her when she put her feet in my lap.  Like she was just the happiest she could ever be not having sex with me.  I think I totally fucked this up.  And I was kind of, scratch that, I was really fucking pissed off at myself.  I should have just walked right to the bedroom and we’d be halfway to orgasm by now, but no, I had to try to be…whatever, and now I was stuck watching this whateverthefuckitwas movie with her feet in my lap.  I sighed quietly, and was going to just mope and lean my head on my hand on the arm of the couch, when I realized I couldn’t even fucking do that because of the brace, and life just was annoying and sucky at the moment.

I was such a fucking dumbass.  I don’t think I was even seeing the screen.  I was staring at some point around it, not taking anything in. 

She laughed at something on screen, and uncrossed her feet, the foot nearest to me shifting even closer.  Her heel dug into my thigh as she laughed again, and did I mention how much this fucking sucked? 

Or at least it did until the heel kept moving until it was rubbing right over my cock.  I looked down at it, and yes, it was most definitely a deliberate thing.  My eyes tracked up her leg, and it took me a minute to actually meet her eyes, because along with the cock-rubbing through my jeans, she’d also parted her legs, and the shirt had been too long when she was standing for me to notice that it was all she had on.  She was smirking when my eyes made it to her face. 

“You are such a fucking idiot.” 

“I am.  I really am.”

“And you don’t react well to tables being turned on you.”

“Well!” I said; all exasperated and almost more annoyed.  “I didn’t know!  I thought then maybe you didn’t want to!  I didn’t know!”  I was repeating myself, and I couldn’t even express what I wanted to.  I was too… I don’t even know.  She made me crazy.  It could have been because she was still rubbing her foot over my cock and it was becoming increasingly difficult to even have a conversation. 

“The pouting was cute, though.”

How could she just be so calm and everything?  I blew out a breath, my eyes dropping again to her pussy, because she hadn’t closed her legs, and I mean, there was no way my vision wasn’t going to be right there.  She was already getting wet.  I forced my eyes back up to hers. 

“You wanna fuck me now?”

I nodded.  “Definitely.”

She scrambled up and I pretty much chased her to the bedroom, slamming the door behind us.  She surprised me again by turning right before I descended on her, and completely spun us around, pretty much tumbling us to the bed.  She landed on me, and the back of my head smacked into the wall.  Since we were already kissing and I had an ass-full of horny girlfriend, I really didn’t care.  She pulled back, giggling.  “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.  Maybe it’ll knock some sense it you.”

I nodded.  “Yeah, that would be good.”  I shifted so I was sitting up more and pulled her closer to me, cupping her ass while she rubbed against me and her hands started messing up my hair. 

The only thing that would make this better was if she lost the shirt, and we must have had the same idea at the same time because she was lifting mine the same time I started making a grab for hers.  Her hands went straight to my jeans and she laughed again when I plunked her back on the bed for a second, and we both worked on getting my jeans and shorts off.  Then it was lapful of horny, wet girlfriend again, and I couldn’t get my fingers in her fast enough. 

She started kissing my neck when my fingers pushed inside her and our moans matched almost perfectly.  She blew air over my neck, chuckling. 

“Been thinking about me, huh?”  I shuddered at the air and marveled at how sensitive I was, and that she knew exactly how to make me that way.  So my question wasn’t quite as sexy as I imagined it to be. 

“While waiting for you to take a hint, yeah.”

I snorted.  “Sorry I kept you waiting.” 

She was already squirming against my fingers as I curled them inside her, her hands kneading on my shoulders until she shifted closer so she could go back to making me shudder with her mouth on my neck.  I was beginning to think it was not a good idea that I told her that; it made concentrating on shit extremely difficult.  She made her way over my jaw, licking over the cut on my cheek before she met my mouth.  I pulled back from her kisses.  “Are you sore?  We don’t have to—we can do whatever you want.  We don’t have to fuck.”

Her hands cupped my face.  “I’m good.  I want to.”

I nodded, easing my fingers out of her and shamelessly licking her off of them before shifting her with me again to grab a condom from the nightstand.  Thankfully I still had some in here; going all the way to the living room where I dropped the bags was not appealing.  Of course, trying to open a drawer backwards with a brace wasn’t very appealing either.  She finally reached for me and grabbed one.  “Fucking brace.  This is so coming off.”

She pushed herself back on my legs and ripped the package with her teeth.  That should not have been as sexy as it was.  “Like hell you are.  You’re leaving it on as long as the doctor tells you.”

“You’re very convincing naked and putting a condom on me.”

She nodded.  “I should be.  I could do a lot of damage.  It stays on,” she said, eyeballing me. 

“Uh huh.  For a week.  Then no condom.”

She rolled her eyes.  “Yes.  But the brace stays on.  Or I’ll stop fucking you.”

“Pffft.  You couldn’t stop fucking me.  Not now.”

“Well I’ll do something else really bad then.”

I laughed, pulling her back to me.  “You work on that.  Until then, get over here.”

She crawled forward on her knees, straddling over me, and eased her way down.  From the second I was pushing into her wetness, I think I knew this one wasn’t lasting long.  There was too much built up, too much behind it.  She was so wet, pushing in was effortless, but she clamped on me the second I was fully inside, and then she was moving, helping to get herself up and down on me.  I wasn’t sitting up all the way, but enough that I could move her up on my lap so her clit could rub against me.  It also made her breasts way more accessible, and I made sure each got attention, sucking each nipple into my mouth until her nails were scraping against my back and she was holding my head to her. 

Honestly, this one was over pretty quick.  Which wasn’t bad at all, actually the release of all the tension was kinda nice. 

I think I was even more sensitive now though, with her hands on my back and in my hair while she pressed kisses into my head.  And I really have no idea why, but I felt really…clingy.  I dunno.  I just didn’t want to let her go, or move at all.  Maybe because I knew that after this weekend we had to go back to reality, and I couldn’t just have her all to myself anymore.  So I pretty much just wrapped my arms around her and didn’t move; keeping my head pressed right near her shoulder.  She didn’t pull away, or ask me what the fuck I was doing, and why.  Instead she just held onto me as tight as I was holding on to her, and kept pressing her cheek into my head in between kissing it.  

I don’t even know how long she stayed like that with me, but I might have dozed off for a few minutes.  When I loosened my hold on her, she backed up a little, her hands moving right to my face and she kissed me.  I don’t normally quantify or classify kisses, but there are totally different types.  There are the quick, peck-ish kind of kisses—the kind that are sort of on the fly and in passing.  Or the—I really need to get inside you but I don’t want to be a non-gentleman so let’s kiss quickly—kind.  Then there are the make-out kind of kisses; the kind that you’re so far lost in the other person’s mouth and everything is sort of reduced to your mouths moving against each other and tongues.  Then there are those really passionate kinds of kisses; the kind where you feel like you can’t breathe, but at the same time if you stop, breathing will cease with it, too.  And your entire feeling for that other person is just all wrapped up in that kiss.  There are easy kisses, awkward kisses, messy kisses, chaste kisses.  It’s sort of endless.  I’ve also been with some truly terrible kissers.  Or people that just put absolutely no effort whatsoever into kissing.  Allison was neither of those things.  She was a great kisser, and she always put something into her kisses.  This one?  I don’t think I’d ever been the recipient of this one before.  And I couldn’t really classify it either.  It felt a lot like gratitude mixed with love.  And when she smiled at me after, her forehead pressed against mine, hands holding my face (I loved it when she did that), it was right there again.  I wanted to tell her.  Iloveyou.  But she could only say it with a kiss right now, or she would have said it verbally.  So I’d wait some more.  

She kissed me again gently, her face changing slightly, and I grinned at her.  She was still horny.  “You wanna go again?” I asked.  

I got another kiss.  A quick kind.  And she was easing off of me, grabbed the condom and tied it off and grabbed another one.  She was quick when she was horny.  Guess that was a yes.  I got to just sit back and watch while she ripped the new one open with her teeth again, and she rolled it down my cock while shoving her tongue in my mouth.  I kind of wanted to tell her that it was ridiculously sexy when she opened the condom that way—and it’s not like other people didn’t do it—she just did it with more attitude or something, but she was a little too busy trying to get laid again for me to get it out.  

She kissed me hard one last time and then grinned and turned around, mounting me backwards.  I pushed into her easily again, the wetness and heat and fucking hell.  Not what I expected.  Great, great angle for me to get to hit her spot with my cock, not to mention that I could reach all of her—her clit, her breasts, her stomach, her arms, anything I wanted to touch, but also a horrible angle for healing ribs.  The first time hadn’t been long enough for me to really notice the angle much, but I wasn’t sitting up and I wasn’t lying down.  I was somewhere between that, and she wanted to be close to me, so she leaned into me, her back resting against my chest, her head back on my shoulder, and of course, her fucking mouth sucking on my neck.  Her hands kept holding and kneading my thighs while she tightened around me, and her hair smelled like my shampoo, and I she was pressing her ass into me, and I felt completely overwhelmed by everything about her.  

I could thrust up into her a little, but beyond that, the position didn’t allow for much, without my ribs being seriously pissed, so she was doing a fair amount of it herself, moving one hand to hold onto my neck.  The fucking brace didn’t help anything because I could only really touch her with the other hand without it being all awkward and annoying.  

Yeah, I had to stop her.  “Baby, stop a second.”  I tightened my hold on her stomach, stopping her movement.

She was panting but she turned her head into me, kissing my jaw.  “You ok?”

“Yeah, just gimme a minute.”

Her fingers ruffled through the hair at the back of my neck, and she was quiet for a second, then she shifted and her head turned more to look at me.   “Is this hurting you?”

Err… Well…  “No,” I settled on.  “Just need a breather.”  Ribs on fire, the usual.  

She scoffed.  “Don’t lie to me, dumbass.”

I mean, it wasn’t really a lie, per se.  “No, it’s ok.  Just gimme a minute.”

But she was already scrambling off of me.  

“Allison.  I just need a minute.”

“No, I should have thought of that.  I’m sorry.  This will be easier.”

Which is pretty much when I realized her scrambling meant she’d gotten on all fours in front of me.  She looked back at me.  “C’mon.”

I’m pretty sure I swallowed my tongue.  Or the noise was my completely audible gulp.  And my breathing was now officially fucked.  Not that I hadn’t imagined this about a thousand times, but I wanted to wait for her to…and now she had, and…

She wiggled her ass at me.  “Well?  C’mon!”

Fucking hell.  I was the luckiest bastard ever.

And she was on all fours just waiting there for me, pussy all pink and puffy and wet and waiting and what the fuck was I waiting for?  Luckiest fucking bastard.  

I kneeled behind her, and she was still fucking grinning at me, and I really needed to do something here.  It felt too... I didn’t just want to line up and fuck her.  I mean, I did, but I wouldn’t do that.  So I pressed against her, but I took a few minutes just to take her in like this before I started, because I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be able to appreciate her in the same way once I was inside her like this.  She had a few scars; one half moon-shaped, and a few just pale lines, but her back was flawless and…delicate.  She looked so much more delicate this way—elegant even, the graceful slope and dip in the middle.  Her skin was pale and so soft and smooth, velvety, just like she was inside.  The two little dimples just above her ass looked perfect for my thumbs to rest on.  Her shoulder blades shifted when she readjusted her position, probably wondering what the fuck I was doing, her arms… Everything looked so feminine.  And it wasn’t that she wasn’t normally, but there was just something about actually analyzing from this way.  

I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt her.  Or treat her badly.  Protectiveness just inflated in my chest to an inordinate proportion.  I started at her shoulders, the fingertips of each hand just skimming over her shoulder blades, her head dipping and goosebumps breaking out.  I trailed my fingers down the sides, palming the roundness of her breasts quickly before running my whole hand down the expanse of her back.  

She seemed so small.  And she kept shivering from my touch, leaning into it, her back arching.  I leaned forward over her and kissed her lightly in several spots, mouthing over the scars while soft moans that sounded the exact tone of contented I wanted for her tumbling out.  

My hands wound up at her hips.  “You ready?” I asked quietly.

She nodded shakily.  “Yeah.”

I pressed a final kiss right in the middle of her back and then lined myself up, pushing into her gently.  I went slow to start, but it didn’t matter what I did, she came quite literally apart in this position.  It was quite possibly the loudest she was, ever.  And she was obviously enjoying herself, pushing back against me, grunting with me as I thrust.  She came once quickly, her whole body in the orgasm; and by the time the second one hit, her head was pressed into the bed and her ass was still up.  I finished after her, her ass still pressing back into me, her pussy like a vice.  I tipped us sideways and pulled her back to me, dropping the condom in the trash.  

I was going to ask her about a million things.  I mean, she obviously enjoyed it.  But she was quiet now, and I wasn’t sure if that was because she was processing or because something was wrong.  She flipped suddenly, a grin on her face, and she pulled my face to hers.  

“That was fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”  Another kiss.  “Let’s do it again.”

I laughed.  Her eyes were all wide and excited.  “It’s a good thing we have those entire two bags of condoms.”

“So, so good.”

And that’s pretty much how it all started.  

~ooOoo~

I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through the entire week.  She turned into Super Horny Girlfriend 2.0, and given that the previous week had been basically nothing but us hanging out, sleeping, cuddling, and fucking, that was sort of saying something.  I think she was going for some kind of record.  

And she kept…announcing it, or I don’t even know what the word for it was.  But like in the middle of dinner, with my fork halfway to my mouth, she’d get up from the table with a, “You have to fuck me.  Right now.”

We didn’t even make it to the bedroom.  She just got naked and bent herself over the table.  I’d never look at that table the same way again.  Unless we fucked on it in some other way…

I could barely function as it was.  Functioning with a constant hard-on was just completely unproductive.  Not that constant sex wasn’t productive—I was glad that she was so happy, and excited, and that she was finally getting what she should have a long time ago.  

I was blissfully happy.  But I also had to function at work at least in a minimal capacity, and I had to be out in public occasionally.  

She actually interrupted two meals, which was just amusing to me.

I’d gotten home before she had, and I made a sandwich because I hadn’t known what time she was going to be done with work.  So I was literally taking the second bite of the sandwich when she walked in.  

“Hey.”

“Hi.  What are you doing right now?”

“I’m eating a sandwich.”  I thought that was fairly obvious, what with the bread and everything.  

“K. Good.  Come fuck me.”  She cocked her head so that I’d follow.  

“Um.”

“Now.”  She called from the bedroom.  

“Ok.”  I put the sandwich down and by the time I got to the bedroom—naked again.  Waiting.  

We sort of threw preamble out the door with these quicker ones where I was just ordered to fuck her.  I had no complaints and she got awfully impatient.  My fingers were in her the minute I was next to her.  

“Fuck that.  Just get your cock in me.”

I placated her by keeping her mouth occupied while I fingered her, and the rest was thankfully taken care of with the lubed condom.  “I’m not just gonna fuck you dry.”

She arched up at me.  “Fuck, I’m so not dry.  Hurry up.”

We had more quickies this week than we ever had before.  Impatience was prevalent when we spent, like, more than two hours apart.  We wound up fucking twice.  

“Sorry I jumped you while you were eating your sandwich.”

I laughed.  “You can jump me any time you like.”

“You taste like peanut butter.”

“Well you’d know, I think your tongue was halfway down my throat that second time.  You taste better than peanut butter.”

“Aww.  You’re so sweet.”  

I chuckled again, but I was pretty sure she was serious.  

“You can go back to your sandwich now.  I’ll be ok for a while.  A few minutes at least.  I’ll let you finish the sandwich for sure.”

Of course when I actually started eating the sandwich again, all I could smell on my fingers was her which just meant I got hard instantly.  I left her in bed, but I was back in the room without finishing the rest of the sandwich.  She was picking up clothes from the floor and half bent over when I got there.  “Fuck.”  

“What?”  She turned, completely immodest and I just… I loved that she was so comfortable with me, here.  

“I gotta fuck you again.”

She giggled.  “Ok.”

I tried to explain.  “I…with the sandwich.  You’re all over my fingers and it’s all I can—get on the bed.”

She jumped on it and bounced once before landing and basically spreading for me.  “I’m still wet…”

I wasn’t sure I was going to survive this week.  Either I was gonna pass out from exhaustion, or…that wasn’t even taking into account what it meant at the end of the week.  God, I was just gonna be hard for the rest of my entire life basically.  

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