Page 36 of This Time Around

“Maybe.” She shrugs.

“You’re such a fucking tease sometimes,” I place gentle bites down her neck.

“Can you hold me a little tighter?” she asks. “These cramps are more intense than usual.”

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into me tight. Then I take my other hand and snake it around her leg, curled tight to her chest, and glide my fingers over her clit.

Her eyes wide, she tries to pull away. “Luke! No, you’re-”

“Shhh,” I whisper, kissing her temple. “Lay your head back and let me make you feel better. Besides, I broke that fucking toy, remember? I said you’d never need to depend on it again, and I meant it, baby.” I continue laying lazy circles around her clit. She moans and the sounds echo against the tiles in the shower, a beautiful melody filling the surrounding space. I continue making circles with one hand as I use the other to support her weight as she goes limp in my arms. The tension builds in her limp body as it shakes in my grip. I apply a little more pressure over her clit and roll my finger back and forth until she comes, and just when she finishes, I gently work her clit again until a second orgasm builds, and then a third.

When she is completely satiated, I crawl out from behind her and turn on the shower. When the water is warm, I walk back over to the tub and lift her out, carrying her into the shower and placing her on the small bench, opposite the showerhead. She goes to reach for her loofah and body wash and I step in front of her reach.

“Luke, I can take care of myself,” she rolls her eyes.

“I know, but you don’t have to. Let me make you feel better.”

“You already made me feel better,” she announces with joy, looking at me all doe eyed.

Without a word, I grab her loofah and load it with her body wash. A hint of vanilla and honey fills the air, the scent I have developed a love for, and crave, enveloping us like a cozy blanket.

I slide the mesh over her skin, suds covering every inch of her. As the water runs clear of suds, I wash myself and then wrap us both in towels.

The towel around my waist hangs low as I carry her to the bed. Little soft moans escape her mouth as I lather her in lotion. Starting at her feet and making my way up her body, I am careful to add just the right amount of pressure as I rub the cream into her skin.

I place one of my t-shirts on the bed as I go to retrieve some chocolate and tea. When I get to the kitchen, I realize I don’t know how she takes her tea, so I walk back to the room to ask her. When I enter the doorway to the dimly lit room, she is fast asleep on my pillow. I slide on a pair of briefs and move in behind her.

Her presence is familiar, comforting. But the closeness has a weight to it, one I know won’t be easy to shake off.

Big Things are Coming

“I wanna thank you for given’ me the time to breathe…”

-Christina Aguilera

Blake

Imoved into Luke’s apartment three weeks ago.

We have officially, as of last night, had sex on every surface in here. The last place being the one he has been saving. He insisted he wanted to remember the first time he fucked me there, ending our first time marathon, right smack dab in the middle of the pantry, where he could enjoy his favorite “snack.” Who knew there were so many uses for gummy bears?

That’s where my mind is right now, as I wait on hold with my commercial real estate agent. I’m drifting back to thoughts of Luke, nibbling the edges of various gummy bears and sticking them in a trail across my body, eating each one off me, until he got “distracted” by the body parts they were sticking to. When we finished, we were both a sweaty, sticky mess, and continued the fun in the shower.

The booming voice of Chase, my realtor, abruptly interrupted my thoughts.

“They accepted your application, but you’re going to need a business loan by the weekend for the rest of the down payment!” he all but yells through the phone.

“For real? I thought they had several applications come through?” I ask, barely able to contain myself.

“The owner of the space is and I quote, ‘A woman’s woman.’ She loved your business plan and how liberating it was going to be for women in this town,” he explains. “All the other applicants were either chains or businesses that lacked the appeal you had.”

“Holy shit! When can I get in to set it all up?” I ask.

“You sign in two weeks, but she said you can start scheduling contractors to come on Monday.”

Owning a bar has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember. After exploring several concepts, I went with my favorite idea: a spicy book bar. Lit and Libations will officially be open for business, soon!

Last week, Luke and I were on a walk and I noticed a little storefront in town I absolutely fell in love with. It’s a few blocks from our apartment and is the perfect place to start up my small business. I think back to the day and smile.