Page 4 of My Fake Neighbor's Valentine
“Oh God, don’t enable her. She might even move in, and I outgrow the sharing a room. At that point, I would rather give her the apartment and move in with you,” Grace says.
“I wouldn’t mind that.” I lean over and kiss Grace’s cheek.
“Of course you wouldn’t mind that.” Grace pushes me and I chuckle.
The rest of the evening goes well. I peck her lips goodnight and spend another night sleeping alone in my too cold and too big bed.
I pull Grace closer to me. I bite the inside of my cheek at how clingy I’m acting around her. She spends the first weekend of theyear with her family and the first weekend she was back in town we were both busy. I closed a new project and she straighten up her place and caught up on some work she couldn’t finish while she was in Clear Springs.
We are halfway through January when we finally can spend a lazy Sunday morning together. I keep ignoring how much my body and my heart miss her. I miss her body, the sound of her voice, and her laughter. I miss her singing in the shower and dancing around the kitchen as I cook and she watches with the occasional tasting of the food or me.
Grace buries further into me, sliding her leg in between mine. I press my lips together, hoping she was deep in sleep enough not to feel it. I feel a smile stretching her lips and I knew she felt it.
“I swear people do not know about your sex drive,” she whispers against my neck.
Her breath sends goosebumps all over my body. “What does that mean?”
“That you don’t have the face of a man who can have sex multiple times a day.”
“I could say the same thing to you.”
Grace pulls her head back and looks at me. “And no one needs to know. I enjoy having a squeaky clean image.”
I smile and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. ‘I hope I’m the only one who can see both sides of you’, I think and forbid myself from saying out loud. We have a great arrangement. I don’t need to mess it up with these feelings bubbling up in my heart. I deal with them during the nights I’m back in my apartment alone in my cold bed.
I feel her hand sliding inside of my pajama bottoms before her hand wraps around me. She sets a rhythm that has me moaning in no time. I don’t let that stop my hands from making its way into her panties and enjoy how wet she is. She sucks in abreath when I insert two of my fingers in her and start searching for the bundle of nerves that will drive her crazy.
“Seth,” she moans, her jaw going slack and her hand losses its rhythm.
“Yes?”
“Tell me there is an unopened condom close to you.Please.”
Herpleasegoes straight to my cock and I turn my torso enough to grab a new condom. She throws the blankets to the side and takes the two pieces of clothing she’s wearing. I discard my pajama pants and roll the wrapper on me.
Grace pushes me back into the bed as she straddles me. I watch her, transfixed, as she sits on me, taking in every inch of my dick. I let her bounce up and down for a few minutes before I change the angle.
Now we are closer. I have one arm wrapped around her waist, the other one is holding her head as I kiss her deeply. I sink my heel into my mattress to thrust into her slow and deep. This is the closest I can get to making love to her. Slow morning sex rarely happens between us, but when it does, I relish in it. I take as much as she allows me. Kiss her deep, long and dirty. I keep to positions that would have our bodies press together and looking at each other.
Sometimes I think she might have been harboring the same feelings I have because she stares into my eyes, into my soul for the entire time until pleasure is too much that she has to close her eyes and throw her head back in ecstasy.
I don’t stop thrusting into her and kissing each inch of her body in front of me until she is trembling from her orgasm. I follow her a minute later, shooting my come into the wrapper. We try to catch our breath when her phone rings. I’ve been around Grace long enough to recognize the ring tone.
I pass the phone to Grace. She takes a deep breath before answering the call.
“Bestie, how are you?”
I catch a drop of her sweat before it lands in her eye, and she smiles at me.
“Wait, Soraya, why are you crying?” Grace’s face turns serious.
“HE DID WHAT? That asshole. Give me twenty minutes for a quick shower and get dressed. I’ll be at your place in a jiffy with breakfast and ice cream. Yes, I’ll bring rum too.”
Grace ends the call and tosses her phone to the other side of the bed before getting off of me. I take care of the dirty condom as she moves around her room naked.
“Is Soraya okay?” I ask.
“Her fiancé broke up with her. He cheated, and he is marrying the other woman.”
