“Please,” I whimper.
“Hmm… I love it when you beg.”
He finally pulls my panties aside and feasts on my pussy. When I say feast, I mean the man goes to town licking me and getting my juices all over his face. He inserts a finger in me and starts thrusting it in and out while his tongue flicks at my clit at a relentless rhythm. I know I’m keening and making all kinds of unabashed noises, and as he inserts a second finger, I feel my thighs shake. He hooks his fingers and continues his assault on my clit, and I feel an odd pressure in my belly.
“Oh god, I think I’m going to come,” I warn him breathlessly.
“Come for me,” he demands and adds a third finger into the mix. With the constant ministrations on my clit combined with his hooked fingers on my G-spot, I feel myself explode, but it feels different from any other time. The pressure is gone, and the orgasm rolls through me just as I feel fluid squirting out.
“Ah, fuck yeah, you made such a mess. Good girl. Give it all to me.”
My thighs shake as my orgasm drags on. The edges of my vision blacken, and I’m not even sure I’m still breathing. When I catch my breath, I realize the bed is much wetter than it should be.
Oh god, did I pee on the bed? I sit up in a panic and look at the giant wet spot between my legs. Ben wipes his face with the back of his arm and grins at me.
“First time squirting, I take it.”
I groan and plop back on the bed, covering my face with my hands. He gives my pussy a slap and fixes my panties as I yelp.
As he lies down next to me, I finally remember why I had come in to find him.
“Happy birthday, roomie.” I smile dreamily at him.
“Oh, it’s a happy birthday, alright,” he says, both of us grinning like a pair of lovesick fools.
27
emily
“What do you think about this?” I ask Ben, holding up a blown glass ornament in the shape of a penis. He looks at the item in my hand and shakes his head, chuckling softly under his breath.
We’re at the local farmer’s market I heard about when I was getting a cup of coffee at the cute coffee shop down the street known for its specialty lattes. Today’s flavor of the day is peppermint mocha. I’m taking small sips and browsing all the local shops. Ben looks mildly bored, but he hasn’t complained, so I hope it’s not torturous to him.
Earlier this morning over breakfast, I mentioned to him that I wanted to check the market and see what all the fuss was about. While I was at the sink washing the dishes, I felt his arms come around my shoulders, and he kissed the top of my head. He squeezed me and told me to let him know when I was leaving.
I thought he had just wanted to know when I was out of the apartment, so when I announced I was leaving, I was shocked to find him dressed.
“I’ll drive.” He took my hand and drove us downtown, following the directions on my phone’s navigation system, and here we are. Enjoying a lazy Sunday doing what I imaginecouples who have been together for a while do. I’ve passed by many hand-holding couples and some dragging a disgruntled husband, and it makes me wonder if Ben and I could ever get to this place where we’d be one of those hand-holding couples. Or, worse, the disgruntled duo.
I froze, lost in thought. If I really try, I can imagine the two of us together. The timing seems wrong, though. Maybe we could be happy together if we don’t bungle things up.
Or maybe, just maybe, the universe brought us together for this exact moment. But am I ready to let someone into my heart again after what I just went through? Could I trust anyone else ever again? I couldn’t imagine things ending badly with Ben and being forced to move. Again. It would be like I’m back at square one.
Can I handle that? Is it worth the possible heartbreak?
My thoughts swirl in my head like a chaotic storm, a tempest of anxieties and uncertainties, leaving me disoriented and reeling. The turbulence overwhelms my senses; each thought is a sharp gust of wind, tossing me about like a leaf in a storm. I’m finding it hard to keep my cool amidst all the chaos.
I’m startled out of my thoughts when I feel Ben lift my chin with a light touch. I meet his worried gaze and give him a small smile.
“Hey, tiger. Lost in thought again? You okay, babe?”
My eyes widen slightly. Did he just call me babe?
“Um… yeah, I’m fine,” I lie through my teeth.
He looks at me suspiciously but doesn’t call me out before he grabs my hand to urge me along. I hadn’t realized I had stopped walking and was standing in the middle of the walkway. We leave after another hour. I purchased some earrings from a local jeweler and a new romance book that one of the book clubs on wheels was selling.
His hand, rough against mine, was a grounding, comforting presence. Like an anchor, it keeps me from floating away, a steady presence in my turbulent thoughts.
