Page 59 of The Pursuit of Happiness
He smirks, “Can I try something?”
Why does he look so amused? I’m annoyed at his playful tone, his playful expression, his perfect fucking face. I’m in no mood to play games and bringing someone so close to orgasm only to take it away is rude. Rude as fuck. I take a step away from him. “No. I’m over it,” I grumble as I try to step around him and abandon him in the shower.
He grabs my arm and pushes me back against the wall, caging me in with his body, “You’reoverit?” He gives me a raised brow and a very stern expression. I feel my arousal practically dripping down my thighs at the expression on his face, but then I remind myself that he just left me very sexually frustrated.
I raise my chin in defiance, “Yes, I amoverit. I’m not a fan of ruining orgasms for fun. So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be inyourbed makingmyselfcome.”
His stern expression melts into intrigue as he bites his bottom lip. He has an almost dream-like look on his face that makes me almost positive he’s picturing me making myself come in his bed. In a second, he pushes it below the surface of his thoughts and tilts his head at me, “I wasn’t playing games, Kane.” He keeps me pinned against the wall and uses one hand to change the settings on his fancy ass shower before he removes the detachable shower head. He looks back at me and grins and I suddenly realize where this is going.
“Open your legs,” he commands, his tone hungry.
Desperate for the orgasm I never got, I open my legs for him. He leans in close to my lips, cutting off my view of his hand on the showerhead. I don’t need to look though, because I canfeelit. He angles the spray against my clit and I shiver immediately. The pressure is intense, all consuming in a way I’ve never felt before. My legs practically wobble, supported by jelly and he uses his weight to hold me up, a victorious look on his face.
He kisses the corner of my mouth, “I told you I wanted to trysomething.”
I have no words to respond with. I’m consumed completely by the intensity of the water on my clit, on his body against mine. God, I was a fool for underestimating him. I should know Sly well enough to know he’d never play games with my pleasure if he didn’t plan on giving it to me tenfold.
He shifts the angle of the spray slightly and I cry out, the warmth of the water, the pressure, all of it placing me right back on the edge of orgasm. He laughs under his breath, “Do you still wanna leave? Do you still want to make yourself come inmybed as opposed tothis?” He asks, already knowing the answer.
I shake my head and force myself to meet his eyes, pleasure written into my features like notes on paper. “No,” I whimper.
He kisses my lips and I start to roll my hips against the pressure of the water. I feel that warmth humming low in my belly and spreading through me and I know immediately the orgasm is coming and it’s going to be intense. He must know it too because he uses his body to keep mine upright.
It comes immediately, intensely, and I moan so loud against it. He holds the water there for a second while the effects of my orgasm wash away, but when it fades completely, he removes it from the over sensitive nub. I struggle to stand and he supports me, kissing me.
He only breaks the kiss to put the shower head back where it belongs and for me to catch my breath. I feel so relaxed. Too relaxed. I suddenly want to fall asleep in the warmth of his arms and not wake up for ten years.
Sly wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me to his chest and I let my eyes flutter closed. “I would never play games with you, Kane,” he whispers against the top of my head.
I nod, believing every word. “I know,” I whisper back.
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“SO WHAT’S THIS ABOUTspiders?” Sly rolls onto his side and asks me.
I turn my head to face him and laugh. Of course he remembers every detail of our previous conversation. I roll onto my side in his very comfortable bed and face him, “There’s an average of fifty-thousand spidersper acrein green areas. Isn’t that horrifying?”
He laughs, turning his face into his pillow. I swat his arm playfully, “What’s funny?”
Sly peeks up to face me head on, “The fact that the spider fear is coming from the girl who hasPhase IVon her top twenty horror movies list.”
I clamp my mouth shut and realize I may actually be very contradictory. “Yeah, but they’refictionalin that movie. I don’t like them in real life!” I defend.
He ponders the thought but inevitably nods his agreement, though I think he’d agree with me on anything, even knowing with certainty that I’m wrong. “True. I’ll give you that.”
The sun starts to set, gentle rays of light coming in through his bedroom windows, and basking us in a sunset glow. We’re tangled in his bedsheets, still coming down from the highs of our shower. Sly gave me one of his t-shirts to wear and I wish I could wear it forever. It smells just like him and I want to inhale his scent all day every single day until the day I die and maybe even after then. A thought strikes me and I realize I’m gonna have to start leaving some clothes here.
My stomach sinks as I realize what that means. Things between Sly and I are actually venturing into serious territory. A year ago, the thought of leaving my personal items at a man’s home with every intention of coming back consistently and using it would’ve made my skin crawl and my stomach churn, but it doesn’t scare me at all with Sly.
Maybe I won’t bring too much clothing. I prefer to wear his,enraptured by his scent. My phone vibrates from where I left it on the walnut colored nightstand and I crawl to the edge of the giant bed to grab it. When I see the notification, my shoulders tense and my stomach sinks.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
Unknown Number
You can’t keep ignoring me
You’ll have to face the truth eventually
