“You gonna come for me, Mel?” he asks, his voice low and breathless. “You gonna come on my cock?”
“Yes,” I answer, feeling my body coil tight before releasing and letting go. My orgasm overtakes me in waves. My whole body courses with the pleasure of it, and when Will shouts out and goes over the edge, it triggers another wave of ecstasy.
I melt like a puddle onto my bed, my body limp and sated. Will leaves for a minute, then comes back with a glass of water and a warm damp towel. He takes care of me and I let him. It’s never easy for me to surrender to someone, to let them take care of me. Or, at least, it never was. But things are different with Will.
I’m drowsy and my eyes are drifting shut, but I’m alert enough to raise my arms as Will slips one of his T-shirts over my head and onto my body. He curls his body around mine and holds me close, tucking the blankets around us.
“That was incredible,” he tells me. “You are incredible.”
“Mmmm…” I agree, trying hard to stay awake, but failing miserably.
“Remember those rules you gave me back when we started all this?” he asks, his voice soft in the dim light.
“Mmmm…” I answer.
“Rule #2 was always be honest. And if I’m being honest, then I have something to say. Maybe it’s too soon, maybe you aren’t ready to hear it, but since you’re probably asleep, now seems like the perfect time to tell you the truth. I love you, Mel.” He kisses my temple, and I try to resist the pull of sleep, but it’s futile. “I really love you,” he repeats as I drift off to dreamland.
* * *
I wakeup next to Will, his whispered words from last night still on my mind. I was half asleep, but there was no mistaking what he said. Will Franconetti loves me. And the crazy thing is, I love him, too. Just over a week ago, I was so sure we should end things, but now I’m not as confident.
I’m beginning to doubt my wariness and let my guard down. Maybe life with Will is exactly what I need and deserve. Maybe we’re not so different, after all. Maybe we really could make this work.
This last week has been the perfect mix of fantasy and reality. We were both busy, but we still made time for each other. I helped him study for his geography midterm, and he quizzed me on my sociology notes. We’ve snuggled together, played video games together, and just relaxed when our schedules permitted it. We’ve spent early morning hours lost in each other.And last night was perfection—the charity event, the banter, and making love afterward. I feel like we’ve created a bubble and I never want to leave it.
The good news is that it’s Saturday, and I don’t have to work. I was on the schedule, but I’ve been covering for everyone lately, so Theo gave me the day off. Will doesn’t have practice until later this afternoon, which means we have most of the day together, starting now.
I stretch languidly, and I swear I get better sleep when Will stays over, which is unusual. I was never much of a cuddler until I met him.
As predicted, he stirs next to me, his body warm, his touch exactly what I need. He’s got two days’ worth of stubble on his jaw, and I ache to feel the roughness of it between my thighs.
“G’morning,” he says, opening his eyes and pressing a kiss to my temple.
“Morning,” I answer, running my hand down his chest and stopping just where his boxers would be—if he were wearing any. My boyfriend sleeps in the buff, and I’m here for it. There’s something to be said for easy access. I trail my fingers down further until I can feel him, hard in my grasp. Will curses and thrusts into my fist. I love the powerful feeling I get when I can make him lose his mind with just a few touches.
“Hold up,” he says, his eyes closing and his lips parting. “God, Mel, if you keep that up, I’m gonna come in ten seconds.”
“We can’t have that,” I say. “Or can we?” I ask, stroking him again.
“Jesus,” he curses, his hips flexing upwards. “And no, we can’t. Remember your rules? Ladies first.”
“Don’t worry,” I assure him, stretching up so I’m on my knees before him while he lies on his back. I suck my finger into my mouth before spreading my legs, parting my folds and teasing myself. “I have every intention of coming before you do,” I tell him as he curses again.
Leaning back down I take Will in my mouth as I finger myself. It’s an excess of pleasure, a sensory overload in the very best way. He’s hard beneath me, thrusting into my mouth and threading his fingers through my hair. His moans make me stroke myself harder and take him deeper. It’s almost too much, but somehow it’s exactly what I need. Desire coils low in my belly as I suck him deep and then let my body release all the tension it’s been building. I lift my head and cry out, my whole body pulsing with the force of my orgasm.
“I need you,” Will tells me. “God, I need you.”
I reach for a condom, trembling as I cover his length. “Where do you want me?” I ask.
“With me,” he says, his words charged. We haven’t talked about the future, haven’t made any declarations, but the week is up, and I know he’s telling me how he feels right now. His hands encircle my waist, and he lifts me gently so that I’m straddling his hips. I center myself over him and sink down, loving the feel and stretch of him.
I love this position; I love to look down at Will and watch his reactions. I love the control it gives me, and the way I can change the angle to make it hit just right. But Will reaches for me and I fall into his embrace, my body folding over onto his so that we’re holding each other tight, chest to chest, while he rocks in and out of me.
“This,” he says, his voice low and hungry. “This is what I need, what I want, always. You and me.”
I don’t answer. I’m pretty much incapable of coherent speech at this point, as another orgasm takes hold. Will cries out and holds me tight as he finds his release right after mine.
We lie together for a while, tangled up in each other, our energy spent. “We’re going to have to get up eventually. You know that, right?” I ask, turning my head and looking up into Will’s eyes.
