But no, she pulled away and left.
I didn't want her to walk away, but at least the view was good.
On Monday, I wanted to see Aubrey during the day, but I had to go to my father's office and talk to him about my entire life, my prospects, my future. You know, just a little chat.
So that ordeal lasted until two o'clock, and then there was no time to get back and see Aubrey. It was the first downside to my new career, but I hoped the money and stability would eventually make up for such sacrifices.
I texted her to ask if I could meet her little sister that night, but she asked for more time.
Time? Did I have time? I didn't feel like I did. I had something to give Aubrey, and it was a throbbing, messy thing.
My heart.
What did you think I was going to say?
I wanted to feel her legs wrap around me, and I wanted to write her a f**king poem. That was love, right? I'd never felt anything like it before. I wanted to breathe her in like oxygen, and be there when she woke.
She didn't want to introduce me to Bell on Monday, or on Tuesday.
What had been the point in quitting the restaurant and trying to get my life in order if I couldn't have my Aubrey?
Doubts plagued me. I was making the right decisions for the wrong reasons… or maybe everything was wrong.
At ten o'clock Tuesday, I got on my bike and went for one last ride. I had an appointment Wednesday to show the bike to someone who'd emailed me from the Craigslist posting, and then there'd be no more rides.
You can legally take a seven-year-old kid on a motorbike, but I didn't want to.
The night was hot, so hot that sitting at traffic lights made me sweat, even though it was long past sunset.
I found myself out in front of Aubrey's building. Her light was on. I took off my helmet and phoned her number.
“Sawyer?” At the same time she said my name, her form appeared in the window high above me.
“How'd you do that? How'd you know I was here?” I waved up to her shadow.
She waved back. “I come to the window and check every time you call, since that first time. I didn't like that, when you hung up and rode away. It made me sad.”
“So, what are you going to do? I don't want to ride away.”
“I could invite you up.”
“That's definitely an option. Sounds like something people would do. Is your little girl gone to bed?”
There was a pause. “I'll come down and let you in, so you don't buzz the intercom.”
I ran to the door and waited, irrationally thinking she wasn't going to come down, but would leave me standing there like a sucker all night.
She finally appeared, wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tank top, no bra.
She let me in, and we started kissing as soon as we hit the stairwell. She grabbed my crotch and I got hard so fast it hurt, and I had to pull away to adjust myself, which amused her. Women are always amused by the old bent-cock-in-the-tight-jeans trick.
“You have to be very quiet,” she said.
“I can be quiet, but you make these little noises.” I imitated her pleasure sounds, much to her horror. She beat me about the chest until I stopped.
We got into her apartment, and she didn't make any pretense about making me a drink or any nonsense. It takes a special kind of woman to admit she likes sex. The kind of woman you hang onto if you ever find her. It really helped that her eyes widened with delight every time she saw my cock.
We tip-toed into her bedroom and closed the door, then she turned on her clock radio to the oldies station.
“Hot,” I said.
She waved her hands around her bedroom, which was practically empty except for the bed. I was already planning a custom drawing for the long wall, over the headboard. Definitely frogs and lily pads. Maybe a scene in the moonlight.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice soft and low.
“How you look like a goddess, even in those strange pants.”
Her face crinkled, and I knew I'd said the right thing.
I continued, “And I want to worship you. Let me take off these mortal fabrics and see you in your true splendor.”
She pretended to roll her eyes, but I could tell she was enjoying herself. Her ni**les were firm and poking out from her tank top, and the room was not cold.
I lifted the shirt off over her head and knelt before her. I kissed along her stomach and then up to her br**sts, which were now the perfect height for me to enjoy with my mouth. As I sucked on her nipple, she seemed to melt and pool like hot lava, into my mouth.
My hands moved on instinct, pulling down her flannel pants and her cotton underwear, until she was completely naked.
I was still fully clothed, which was the only way I could make myself wait and resist plunging into her.
I trailed my tongue down under her belly button and then through the forest of her neatly-trimmed hair. I nudged my way down into her crease, savoring the scent and taste of her. She put her hands in my hair, combing her fingers around to the back of my head and urging me in. I was sitting with my butt on my heels now, and pushed one of her feet to the side to give me better access.
In I went, tongue first, kissing her salty skin. I felt that lovely bud swelling on command under the tip of my tongue, and I kept up, desperately sucking her flesh against my lips.
She moaned, unleashing my hunger to devour her. There's no sex quite like sex with a girl you can't get enough of. It's like a drug that makes you think everything will be all right. The sun goes down, the lights go out, and you lose yourself in that sweet peach.
She pulled away, leaving me reaching for her. Her face coy, she scurried to the opposite side of the bed and patted the spot next to her. I started to move forward, but she said, “Clothes off.”
I was undressed in a flash, my excitement quite evident by my rock-hard erection.
“On your back,” she said.
“Are you the boss tonight?”
“Why don't you lay back and find out?”
Aubrey hovered over me, her hair falling around our faces as she kissed me. She pulled back, like she had something to tell me, but then she sighed and kissed me again instead.
Her hair tickled my face and then my chest as she worked her way down, sucking on my ni**les the exact way I'd sucked on hers. I didn't know what this was supposed to do, besides make my c**k even harder, but it felt good. Her mouth on any part of me felt good.
Then her hot mouth was around my cock, applying sweet, agonizing pressure. I wanted friction and she gave me softness, like a flower petal. I tried to stop thinking about the agenda—the agenda of coming as soon as possible—and thought instead of her gently licking my c**k as a special thing unto itself, and not an action leading to a result.