Part 2
“What else did I do today?
Umm… watched three episodes of that true crime doc I was telling you about—”
“Yeah, you know I’ll never watch that.”
“… finally took my car in for an oil change…
picked up my prescription… um…
Oh, I tried to make this pumpkin spice latte thing this morning, but I didn’t have a milk frother so I used a hand mixer instead and, yeah, total disaster.
That’s about it.”
“Sounds kind of exhausting for a day off.”
“Yeah, you know having a day off actually means doing all of the random errands you don’t have time to do during the week.”
“Well, it still sounds better than my day at the distillery.
Admin… bottling… boxing… repeat.”
It’s weird how relationships find you when you’re not looking for them.
I can count on one hand how many nights we’ve spent apart this month.
When I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you.
Literally counting down the hours till I get to see you again.
You really surprised me last night when you brought up making things official between us.
At first, I wasn’t really sure if what happened between us was going to be a one-time thing or if it maybe meant something more to you.
I honestly expected you to be seeing other people, but I guess you weren’t.
Good thing, because the sex is… really, really good.
And I just… I like you.
A lot.
It’s weird, after so many mediocre dates the last couple of years, it’s kind of hard to believe that I found someone who just… gets me.
We’re both stupid obsessed with documentaries.
Both come from huge obnoxious families.
And we both drink an unhealthy amount of coffee every day.
“I’m glad you came over.
Sorry you’re so tired.”
“Mm, it’s okay.
I couldn’t stop thinking about you today…”
“Yeah? What were you thinking about me?”
“I was… thinking about… that first night.
When you… fucked me… with the strap…”
“I think about that night a lot, too…”
“You were really, um, quite skilled.
Can’t believe that was your first time giving.”
“Yeah, well, some of us are just naturally talented.”
“Yeah, apparently.”
“Fuck me before bed…?”
“You know what my favorite thing about fucking you is?”
“What?”
“You make this face… whenever I’m in you…
I can’t explain it, but… it’s so hot.
I think about it all the time.”
“Want to see it again?”
“Always…”
“Fuck me… please…”
“You like me on top best, huh?”
“Yeah…
you know I’m a pillow princess at heart.”
“Underwear.
Off.
Now.”
“You do it.”
“Mmm, I’ve missed this pussy.”
“It’s only been two days since we last had sex!”
“Feels like much longer.”
“And I’ve missed those noises you make…
let me taste you…”
“God, you got wet fast.”
“Yeah… you know you have, like, some kind of power over me.”
“Let me feel… that clit…”
“Ohhh, fuck…”
“You like it when I tease you nice and slow, don’t you?”
“Right there… back and forth… play with your chest for me.”
“Oh god… f-fuck me, please…”
“Hold on, hold on.
Not quite there yet…
squeeze your chest hard for me.”
“I’m getting close…”
“Oh, you’re going to passion already?
You’re really turning me on…”
“Yeah, that’s it…”
“Ohh, there you go…
fuck.”
“Mm, damn…”
“I’m not done yet. Get the strap on.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Come here, come here…”
“You like my cock?”
“Yeah, I want it…”
“You want it?
You want this cock?”
“Faster…
I can take it…”
“Fuck, I’m so deep…
I’m so deep, babe.
You know how hot you are right now?”
“Wrap your legs around me…
there—yeah—”
“Oh my god—you’re fucking—”
“This pussy…
I love this pussy so much.”
“My clit—rub my clit—”
“Hey, turn over, turn over.”
“Ohh, that ass…”
“Keep touching your clit…”
“Here, water.”
“Mm, thank you.”
“Hey.
No one has ever fucked me as good as you.”
“Yeah?
Is that so?”
“I’m serious.
The thing you do… with your mouth and the… just… incredible.”
“You’re sweet.
We still on for brunch tomorrow?”
“I don’t know, I think you might have just fucked me into a coma.”
“Well, that’s too bad.
I’ll just have to go on my own.
More eggs florentine for me.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll be up, I’ll be up.
Here—I’m setting an alarm.”
“Night, babe.”