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was
coming and I was ready. I let myself go and for the second time in as many
hours I had another intense, mind-blowing orgasm. We were both panting and
gasping and I reached around her and held onto her tightly now, afraid that she
was going to fall, she was shaking so hard.
“Oh God, Ian. Oh wow!”
“Yeah,” I said, breathlessly. “Wow.”
I reached for a towel and handed it to her, then I
got one for myself and we both dried off. We went into the bedroom then and
snuggled up on the bed. If someone had asked me to describe how good I felt at
that moment, I wouldn’t have been able to do it.
“Do you have a pair of shorts I can borrow? Mine got
a little…damp.”
I laughed. “Yeah, top left dresser drawer. The T-shirts
are in there too.” She kissed me.
“Thank you,” she said. I finished drying off and
went into the bedroom. She had on a pair of my boxers that hung almost to her
knees and a T-shirt that covered most of it. “How do I look?” she asked.
I smiled and kissed her. “Gorgeous,” I said,
honestly.
“Do you have a hair dryer?”
Laughing I said, “Top left drawer in the bathroom.
Are you hungry?”
“Kind of, what did you have in mind?”
“I thought I’d make us some dinner.”
“You cook?”
I laughed, “Yes, I cook. I’m a fabulous cook!”
She raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I can’t wait,”
she said. “But…while we eat, we’re going to talk, right?”
“Right. We will, I promise.” I got dressed and left
her drying her hair while I went out to make dinner.
I looked into the refrigerator, hoping that I had
something to make. I saw some strip steaks I’d thawed out a couple of days ago
and never cooked. I took those out and some zucchini, green beans and Brussel
sprouts. I plugged in the wok to heat up while I chopped and diced. When I
finished, I mixed them with the strip steak and added some teriyaki sauce and
ginger and mixed again. Then I dropped it all into the wok. It was flaring up
when Alexa walked in.
“Yum! It smells good.”
“Thanks,” I told her, wrapping her up in a hug. “So
do you. Good enough to eat.”
She giggled and said, “You’ve already done that.”
I pulled back and looked at her face. She was
blushing. “After all of the things we just did, you’re going to blush over
that?” She blushed deeper and said, “Want me to set the table?”
“Sure, thanks.”
While I finished dinner, she set the table. I liked
this. It felt right. When dinner was ready, I fixed our plates and got us both
a bottle of water. “Sorry, no fine wines around here to go with dinner. I might
have a beer or two in there…”
“Water is fine,” she said. She took a bite and I
waited. She closed her eyes and said, “Wow, Ian! That is so good.”
“Really?”
“Really,” she said, “I love it. I’m impressed.”
I started eating then and she was right, it was
really good if I did say so myself. We made small talk while we ate. We talked
about my championship fight coming up and her trip to the mall a couple of days
before. She asked me about the fight she came to watch saying,
“Did you not like that guy you fought the other
night…Billy?”
“I don’t really know him. That was the first time I
fought him. Why?”
“You seemed really angry with him. I’ve never seen
you like that before. Usually, it’s kind of funny to me how calm and pleasant
you seem in the ring.”
I was pissed that night, but not at Billy. I was
obsessing over what her dad told me and I was missing her like crazy. I took it
out on Billy. It was not about him. I wondered if I should tell her. If I
didn’t, it would be just another thing that she’s going to find out and be
angry with me for not talking to her about. I was lost in my thoughts about it
when she said, “Ian?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you one more time what you were angry
with me about…the other day here at the apartment and then at the fight and at the
pizza parlor earlier?”
“I
coming and I was ready. I let myself go and for the second time in as many
hours I had another intense, mind-blowing orgasm. We were both panting and
gasping and I reached around her and held onto her tightly now, afraid that she
was going to fall, she was shaking so hard.
“Oh God, Ian. Oh wow!”
“Yeah,” I said, breathlessly. “Wow.”
I reached for a towel and handed it to her, then I
got one for myself and we both dried off. We went into the bedroom then and
snuggled up on the bed. If someone had asked me to describe how good I felt at
that moment, I wouldn’t have been able to do it.
“Do you have a pair of shorts I can borrow? Mine got
a little…damp.”
I laughed. “Yeah, top left dresser drawer. The T-shirts
are in there too.” She kissed me.
“Thank you,” she said. I finished drying off and
went into the bedroom. She had on a pair of my boxers that hung almost to her
knees and a T-shirt that covered most of it. “How do I look?” she asked.
I smiled and kissed her. “Gorgeous,” I said,
honestly.
“Do you have a hair dryer?”
Laughing I said, “Top left drawer in the bathroom.
Are you hungry?”
“Kind of, what did you have in mind?”
“I thought I’d make us some dinner.”
“You cook?”
I laughed, “Yes, I cook. I’m a fabulous cook!”
She raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I can’t wait,”
she said. “But…while we eat, we’re going to talk, right?”
“Right. We will, I promise.” I got dressed and left
her drying her hair while I went out to make dinner.
I looked into the refrigerator, hoping that I had
something to make. I saw some strip steaks I’d thawed out a couple of days ago
and never cooked. I took those out and some zucchini, green beans and Brussel
sprouts. I plugged in the wok to heat up while I chopped and diced. When I
finished, I mixed them with the strip steak and added some teriyaki sauce and
ginger and mixed again. Then I dropped it all into the wok. It was flaring up
when Alexa walked in.
“Yum! It smells good.”
“Thanks,” I told her, wrapping her up in a hug. “So
do you. Good enough to eat.”
She giggled and said, “You’ve already done that.”
I pulled back and looked at her face. She was
blushing. “After all of the things we just did, you’re going to blush over
that?” She blushed deeper and said, “Want me to set the table?”
“Sure, thanks.”
While I finished dinner, she set the table. I liked
this. It felt right. When dinner was ready, I fixed our plates and got us both
a bottle of water. “Sorry, no fine wines around here to go with dinner. I might
have a beer or two in there…”
“Water is fine,” she said. She took a bite and I
waited. She closed her eyes and said, “Wow, Ian! That is so good.”
“Really?”
“Really,” she said, “I love it. I’m impressed.”
I started eating then and she was right, it was
really good if I did say so myself. We made small talk while we ate. We talked
about my championship fight coming up and her trip to the mall a couple of days
before. She asked me about the fight she came to watch saying,
“Did you not like that guy you fought the other
night…Billy?”
“I don’t really know him. That was the first time I
fought him. Why?”
“You seemed really angry with him. I’ve never seen
you like that before. Usually, it’s kind of funny to me how calm and pleasant
you seem in the ring.”
I was pissed that night, but not at Billy. I was
obsessing over what her dad told me and I was missing her like crazy. I took it
out on Billy. It was not about him. I wondered if I should tell her. If I
didn’t, it would be just another thing that she’s going to find out and be
angry with me for not talking to her about. I was lost in my thoughts about it
when she said, “Ian?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you one more time what you were angry
with me about…the other day here at the apartment and then at the fight and at the
pizza parlor earlier?”
“I
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