I needed someone today, and Kellan was there for me. He is showing me with each of his actions that he wants to be the man I need in my life.
As I feel myself drift off to sleep, all I can wonder is what I need to do to be the woman he needs.
* * *
Last night was the best sleep I have ever had in my life.
I know it’s not a coincidence that there is a dark-haired beauty still in my arms. Feeling her breathe against me had me calmer than I have ever been. Even my normal dreams filled with the pressures in my life weren’t there.
All I dreamed about was her. The way she smells of honeysuckle and sage, which I only know because I asked her once. It’s intoxicating how she takes over every single one of my senses when she is around.
I didn’t even need my earplugs last night. If my roommate made noise, I was unaware.
My phone beeps once, letting me know it’s about to go off. Reaching over Cora, I turn it off.
I don’t want to get up. This is the only place I want to be right now. With her in my arms.
Nothing could be more perfect.
I don’t have a choice, though. I need to pull myself from this bed and pray like hell her scent lingers when I come back later.
Sitting up, I gently shake her. “Beautiful, I’m going to get ready for practice. I’ll be back.”
She mumbles but grabs my pillow, burrowing in.
She’s so adorable.
I spy my roommate fast asleep in his bed. He must not have cared that she was here since he didn’t throw a fit. He’s a peculiar dude, but he has been chill so far.
Grabbing my shower caddy, I make my way down to the shared showers. It’s so early that there isn’t anyone else inside. Maybe that’s why I let my thoughts drift to the woman in my bed.
She kissed me last night. It was even better than our first kiss. Instead of unbridled passion like I felt before, there was a connection there. Something real beyond the physical sparks I felt.
This is what I’ve been missing.
Then I think about the way her nipples pebbled when she shivered. I hated that she was cold, but I couldn’t ignore the thoughts it sparked in my brain.
My dick comes to life at the thought, slowly filling.
I shouldn’t touch myself. Not with her sleeping in my bed, but that smell of hers is still in my senses. I can still remember the way her tits felt pushed up against me as her breath hit me with each pull she took. Or the way my hand laid on her lower back right about the curve of that juicy peach of an ass she has.
She is temptation personified.
If she were any other girl, I would have made a move. Not with Cora, though. I want to do this right, which means waiting for the right time for both of us. Truth is, I’ve never waited more than a few dates to sleep with someone. Maybe that’s why I feel a connection with her where I didn’t with others.
I’m actually getting to know her and not the facade she’s putting up in order to bag a future PHL player. I’m not distracted with all the sex.
Who knew being celibate could offer such clarity?
Still, my hand finds my cock, stroking it softly. I don’t need sex, but it feels good to touch myself thinking about the woman who occupies all my free thoughts nowadays.
The way she sucks in her bottom lip, making it red and angry once she frees it. How her eyes track my body when I’m doing something she finds sexy. I know she thinks I don’t notice, but I do every time. Or how she wears these tight jeans that showcase her curves, but then she wears these tight black pants that fit like a second skin.
I squeeze a little harder, picking up my pace.
God, the things I want to do to that woman. I’ve never enjoyed eating girls out much, but for her, I think I would feast on her. The way she would pull on my hair begging me for more would be everything to me.
Then I would take my time, finding the right pace while fucking her until she screams out my name. I wouldn’t let her rest until she was so blissed out she couldn’t see straight.
