“You’re not scared of me. You’re not scared of a whole lot, I bet.” I shake my head.
“You’re wrong. And you’re also deflecting. What has you so upset? If we’re going to date, we’re going to have to talk about things like this.” I hate this part. Because I need her to open up so she’ll trust me even though I’m going to turn around and shatter that trust.
I’ve never thought about it this much before. Guess I shut my emotions off and kept my head down and kept going. If I didn’t stop moving, I didn’t have to think about it.
“It’s stupid,” she says, blowing her nose and pouting a little.
“Nothing about you is stupid, Saige,” I say, handing her some more toilet paper.
“You don’t know me that well, clearly.” I wait for her to get herself together. She looks up at the ceiling and exhales.
“Fine. I just… I have these nightmares sometimes. They’re stupid and I never remember the details when I wake up, but in the moment, they’re terrifying.” She shivers and puts her arms around herself.
“I always remember my dreams,” I say quietly. “But that’s not always a good thing.”
“If I could remember then maybe I could work through it. Convince myself not to be scared or something. But no matter what I do, as soon as my eyes open, it’s like my brain resets.” She rubs her arms. “Anyway, I guess I just freaked out a little. I always tend to wake up crying when I have them.”
I sit for a moment, wondering what I should do. To be honest, crying freaks me out. I don’t know what to do with tears. Anger, I understand. Hatred, I understand. Vulnerability is something I don’t allow in myself so it’s hard to understand it in someone else.
Cash would be much better at this than me. He knows how to play it cool and play the part of the doting boyfriend. Maybe he should have done this.
But as soon as I think about Cash being here with Saige, I want to put my fist through the wall. So I do the only thing I can think to do. I stand up and put my arms around her.
She hesitates for a second, and then melts into me. Yes, I’m in control. I have her in my arms and I can mold her however I want. If I kissed her right now in this vulnerable state, she’d probably give in, her defenses down. I could fuck her right on this sink.
Something stops me. Saige’s arms creep around me and wrap around my back. I tuck her head under my chin and I know if someone were to take a picture of us right now, we’d look like the perfect couple.
“Thanks for being so understanding,” she says in a quiet voice. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“Shh, it’s fine. No big deal. I was waking up anyway.” She starts to pull away and I don’t want to let her go, but I remove my hands from her body and step back to give her some space. Her face is still red, but it doesn’t diminish her loveliness. I doubt anything could. Saige’s beauty could never be tainted by anything.
“Well, now we’ve gotten that out of the way,” she says, laughing softly, as if she’s embarrassed.
“Do you want to go back to bed, or do you want me to take you home?”
“I can’t sleep, but I don’t want to go home.” She looks up at me and I see something… pleading in her eyes. As if she’s begging me to understand what she wants without her having to say it.
I take a wild guess. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
She nods and sniffs again.
“Hard?” I ask, just to make sure. She nods again.
“Let me get a condom.”
I leave the bathroom and grab one from the top of the nightstand where I’d put my stash from the day before. On second thought I grab two, putting one in the pocket of my robe.
Saige is in the same position when I walk back into the bathroom. Without another word, I pick her up and deposit her on the sink. She yelps.
“Cold,” she says in explanation as I undo the tie of her robe and push it down her shoulders.
“Stand up,” I say, and she hops down so she’s on her feet. I spread the robe over the sink and then put her back on it. I drop my own robe and meet her eyes.
“Ready?”
“Uh-huh,” she says, and I reach for her.
Our lips meet and fuse together and she tastes like sparks and nightmares and unspoken words. I devour her as my hands skim her body and she scoots closer to me on the edge of the sink.
I am going to fuck her hard, but not before she’s warmed up and begging for me. There’s an exquisite pleasure when you have a woman pleading for your cock. Like if she doesn’t get it, she’s going to die. I want Saige to beg for me.
I disengage myself from her mouth so I can lick my way down her body. No matter how many times I taste her, I need more. My knees slam into the floor as I make my way down and start getting her off with my mouth and fingers. She grinds her hips into my face, making it hard to breathe, but I don’t care. I’m drowning in her.
Saige’s hands fist my hair as I suck hard, working to get her off in record time. It doesn’t take long before she’s arching back and I can feel the pulses against my fingers and tongue. I ride it out with her and then stand up so I can put the condom on.
“Wait,” she tells me and I almost don’t even hear her. I don’t want to wait. I want to bury myself in her and make her forget about her bad dream.
“Saige, I’m not really in a position to wait,” I say, and it comes out as a growl. My hands are shaking as I hold onto the condom package, ready to tear it open.
She doesn’t say anything, but she reaches for my cock, taking it in her hands. I nearly lose it just from that one touch of her hands. She strokes up and down, slowly. So slowly. I grit my teeth as she works me, twisting her hands just a little.
“I need to be inside you,” I say. Not that I don’t enjoy a hand job as much as the next guy, but I’d take being inside her once over a hundred hand jobs.
She lets go and reaches up for my face, giving me one kiss and then leaning back. She’s normally so vocal and her quietness is unusual, but I don’t have the time to think about it. My cock is thinking for me.
I get the condom on and reach out to split her legs wider. She moans as I brush against her a few times, just to tease. I need her, but I want her to need me more.
I swipe my cock up and down her center and she makes a frustrated sound. Our eyes meet and I wait for her to say it as I drag myself up and down again.
“Please,” she says on an exhale and that’s all I need. I position myself, grab her hips and slam home. Her back hits the mirror and I hope we don’t break it. As I pull out, I bring her with me to the edge of the sink and then thrust into her again. Once I’ve got us in the right position, I start fucking her the way she asked me to. I don’t let up and she doesn’t tell me to. It’s rough and hard and she keeps begging me for more.
She reaches down between us to touch herself and I don’t last much after that. She comes again and that sets me off.
I want to come inside her. Or on her. See what her skin would look like, shiny with my cum. Yes. That is something that needs to happen before we say goodbye. I’ll burn that image on the back of my brain and then I can bring it out whenever I want.
She leans forward, resting on my shoulder. Her skin is misted with sweat and it sticks to mine.
“Thank you,” she says, reaching up to touch the side of my face.
“For fucking you? I assure you, it wasn’t a hardship,” I say, almost laughing.
“No, thank you for… never mind.” She pats my face and I pick her up and carry her back to bed.
We eat the rest of the dessert cart, even though it’s been sitting out all night. Neither of us cares. I fuck her again and then it’s really time for both of us to go back to our regular lives. Or at least our lives when we’re not together.
“This has been a really good. How did you know?” she says as she gets dressed in her clothes from yesterday. We’ve both showered and her hair is still damp and starting to curl again.