My vagina twerks in approval.
Against my lips, he mutters, “I don’t think we should have sex tonight.”
Shock hums through my body, killing my buzz. My jaw drops and I ask on a whisper, “What?”
Lifting a hand, he searches my face and tugs at the ends of my hair. “Listen, you’ve been drinking, and I need to be sure you want this as much as I do, or we’re gonna have problems.”
Oh, brother.
The alcohol in my body hangs its head in shame while my mind shakes its head at it, and my vagina puts its hands on its hips and glares at it.
I reach up and grip the lapels of his shirt, smiling hard. “I’m fine. I swear.” My smile falls. “Please don’t withhold sex from me.” I laugh nervously. “It’s been too long and I might just go crazy.”
His lips hit my forehead. His breath warms me as he speaks softly, “What’s another day on four years?”
He has a point. I guess. But I pout and whine, “But I want sex now.”
Reaching behind me, his large hands grip my ass. Hello! He pulls me into his body and my stomach dips violently as something hot, thick, and hard pushes into the softness of my belly. He replies hoarsely, “Me too. And I want it bad, but I want to wait. Just until tomorrow.”
His hands grip my behind harder. His eyes close as he pushes deeper into my belly. With a pained groan, he pulls away, and I bite my lip to stop my smile. It pleases me knowing I’m not the only one suffering. And because I’m as classy as an elephant in a tutu, I look right down at his erection and gasp, “Oh my,” while touching my fingertips to my mouth. If the outline of his bulge is anything to go by, I’m going to be very sore tomorrow night. And I’m so looking forward to it.
Holla!
Not taking my eyes off the groin of his jeans, I sigh. “Okay. We’ll wait.”
Holding his hand out to me, I take it and bask in the warmth of his body. He entwines our fingers and we walk to my apartment in comfortable silence. Somewhere between there and here, it hits me. I’m standing in front of my apartment, hand-in-hand with the guy I’ve been crushing on, and he wants me as much as I want him. Happiness warms me. I let out a content sigh. I don’t feel lonely anymore.
Taking my key, I unlock my apartment and open the door. The second I walk in, Tedwood lunges for me. At the last second, he notices I have company, and instead of latching onto my leg, he flies past it, purring and rubbing himself up against Max’s calf.
The little worm!
Anger bubbles through me. Without thinking, I kneel down then lower my face to the small cat’s, point at his nose, and whisper, “I know what you’re doing…and I don’t like it.”
Blinking up at me, Teddy steps forward and licks the tip of my finger. Anyone else would see this as a sweet gesture. They would oooh and aaah and tell me how sweet my little kitty is. But I know what this is.
This is Tedwood mocking me. I’m being mocked by a freaking kitten.
I stand, remove my shoes, and throw out my hand while walking into the kitchen. “That’s Tedwood. Teddy for short. He hates me, but pretends he likes me when I have company. He likes to mock me by letting me pat him for approximately four pats and not a pat more, or he turns my hand into minced meat. He also shows his love by shredding my clothes. Oh, and yesterday, he did a giant cat turd in my favorite sneakers.”
Filling a glass with water, I sip from it and watch as Max picks up Tedwood, holding him in front of his face with a stern glare. “Listen here, little man. You upset your mom, you upset me. So if I were you, I’d stop with the stooge antics, all right?”
He takes his finger and scratches behind his ear. Holding Teddy under his arm, he smiles over at me. “There. You have any more issues, you let me know. I’ll put him in line.”
My heart smiles. Sweet, silly Max. Max walks over to where I am and takes the glass of water from my hands, taking a big gulp. “So are you just gonna stand there stroking my pussy all night?”
Water sprays all over the counter, and I smirk as Max coughs and sputters, “Jesus, cupcake.” He coughs some more. “You’re killin’ me.”
I plant my palm on his chest and taunt him with a grin. “Your rule, not mine, remember?” He places Teddy on the counter, looks over at me with a sly smile, and then reaches down, grips the bottom of his shirt, and pulls it right up, over his head. I take a step away and gulp. “You said no sex.”
Reaching for me, he pulls the thin string around my waist and my dress loosens. “I said no sex. I didn’t say I wouldn’t be touching you tonight.”
My dress falls off one shoulder, revealing my black lace bra. Another step back, and the other shoulder falls, the dress pooling at my feet, leaving me in my bra, a black mini skirt, and my tan sandals. Thank God almighty for the low lighting. You can’t hide from much, dressed like this.
Max takes a step towards me and I take him in. His lean, muscular body taunts me. My soft belly protrudes a little, and I lift my hand to cover it. He shakes his head. “Don’t do that. I want to see you. I’ve imagined this a thousand times, so really, it’s nothing I haven’t already seen.”
My cheeks heat. “I’m not perfect.”
He holds out his arms by his sides. “Neither am I.”
Before my mind can think, my mouth opens wide and sings, “Yes, you are.” He eyes me. With his hands balled by his sides, I see the veins in his arms bulge. His body tight, his pecks jut and jump about. I could be wrong, but I think I’ve said something to upset him. I whisper, “What’s wrong?”
Jaw steeled, he mutters through gritted teeth, “Just trying not to pull up that tiny skirt and fuck you over the counter, is all.”
Sweet lord of mercy. I swallow hard, then stutter, “I-uh…I-I wouldn’t mind.”
He walks over to me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. On the way, he undoes his belt, unthreads it, and drops it on the floor. The clank echoes throughout the apartment. He toes off his shoes and socks, leaving a trail of clothing behind him. Then he’s dressed only in dark jeans, his torso and feet free.
And it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My heart races and my palms sweat.
The only thing sexier would be if he were wearing his glasses. The mental visual gives me goose bumps. He stops a foot away from me, the moonlight streaking across his face. His golden eyes flash as his eyes trail my exposed body. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”