against my neck. I wish we had more than a few hours left. This evening has gone too quickly.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. Would you like to join me?”I ask.
She chuckles. “I’ve just had mine.”
“One can never be too clean.”I wink.
She purses her lips and smiles. “I suppose not. But I’d better get some sleep. I have a long drive in just a matter of hours.”
I place several kisses along her jaw, hoping she’ll reconsider my offer. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
Whether or not she joins me in the shower is a moot point. We aren’t finished either way.
As Truly makes her way down the hall to the spare room, I grope her ass. Her giggle is as sweet as it was the last time I heard it. I only hope she’s happy, and someone is making her giggle often.
We share a good-night kiss, but it feels more like a hello, the kind of kiss that speaks loud and clear. We are finally giving one another a proper hello. She’s not hiding behind sunglasses to avoid me or screaming and calling me names. Just hands finding hot bare skin to caress and struggling to get as close as we possibly can. Lips and tongues licking and sucking ears, necks, and skin.
I’m not sure why that encounter didn’t end with us in my bed again. I haven’t had nearly enough of her.
As I’m lying here alone, not able to sleep, I hear the guest room door open, followed by Truly padding down the hallway. I’ve never heard the soft sounds of feet against the hardwood floor in my house. Of all the women I’ve had in my house, I’ve never once noticed this.
I smile and picture Truly in a T-shirt, tiptoeing down my hallway. A few seconds later, a dim light shines through the cracked door of my bedroom. She must be getting a drink. I decide to take advantage of the opportunity and join her. I walk heavy, so I won’t startle her. When I enter the kitchen, she’s leaning against the counter, drinking a bottle of water. She’s wearing a white T-shirt that hugs her curves and white lace panties. My heart skips a beat, and I’m nearly hard just from the sight of her. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“I’m sorry I woke you. I can’t sleep.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” I stand next to her. “Is everything okay? Do you need anything?”
“Oh, no. The room is great. Everything’s good. It’s just…not home. I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
For the first time, I wonder what her place in New York looks like. “What’s home like? You’ve seen mine. Tell me about yours.”
She moves toward the living room and then turns as she answers me, “Home is an apartment in Manhattan. Can we sit down?”
“Of course.” I follow her into the living room where she curls up on one end of the sofa. I sit at the opposite end and turn toward her. “Manhattan, huh? Do you live alone?” I have so many questions I’d like to ask her, but her body language has made it clear that her personal life isn’t up for discussion.
“I do.” She slides her foot close to me and then winks as she slides it under my thigh. “Chilly in here.”
I swear, the things this woman will do to avoid talking. Not skipping a beat, I take her foot in my hands and massage it. I’m not sure I’m any good as a masseur, but she seems to enjoy it, so I continue.
After a few moments, both of her feet are in my lap, and I’m alternating between rubbing one and then the other. I love the little noises she’s making, but I can think of a better way to please her. If she didn’t look so tired, I’d make a move, so I could add my couch to the list of places I would later look back on with fond memories of this weekend. Instead, I’ll play nice and let her rest.
After she’s drifted off to sleep, I sit through an entire movie. Then, I gently lift her legs and slip out from under her. I won’t wake her since she’s finally resting well. I’ll just make her comfortable. I retrieve a blanket from the linen closet and cover her.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. Would you like to join me?”I ask.
She chuckles. “I’ve just had mine.”
“One can never be too clean.”I wink.
She purses her lips and smiles. “I suppose not. But I’d better get some sleep. I have a long drive in just a matter of hours.”
I place several kisses along her jaw, hoping she’ll reconsider my offer. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
Whether or not she joins me in the shower is a moot point. We aren’t finished either way.
As Truly makes her way down the hall to the spare room, I grope her ass. Her giggle is as sweet as it was the last time I heard it. I only hope she’s happy, and someone is making her giggle often.
We share a good-night kiss, but it feels more like a hello, the kind of kiss that speaks loud and clear. We are finally giving one another a proper hello. She’s not hiding behind sunglasses to avoid me or screaming and calling me names. Just hands finding hot bare skin to caress and struggling to get as close as we possibly can. Lips and tongues licking and sucking ears, necks, and skin.
I’m not sure why that encounter didn’t end with us in my bed again. I haven’t had nearly enough of her.
As I’m lying here alone, not able to sleep, I hear the guest room door open, followed by Truly padding down the hallway. I’ve never heard the soft sounds of feet against the hardwood floor in my house. Of all the women I’ve had in my house, I’ve never once noticed this.
I smile and picture Truly in a T-shirt, tiptoeing down my hallway. A few seconds later, a dim light shines through the cracked door of my bedroom. She must be getting a drink. I decide to take advantage of the opportunity and join her. I walk heavy, so I won’t startle her. When I enter the kitchen, she’s leaning against the counter, drinking a bottle of water. She’s wearing a white T-shirt that hugs her curves and white lace panties. My heart skips a beat, and I’m nearly hard just from the sight of her. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“I’m sorry I woke you. I can’t sleep.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” I stand next to her. “Is everything okay? Do you need anything?”
“Oh, no. The room is great. Everything’s good. It’s just…not home. I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
For the first time, I wonder what her place in New York looks like. “What’s home like? You’ve seen mine. Tell me about yours.”
She moves toward the living room and then turns as she answers me, “Home is an apartment in Manhattan. Can we sit down?”
“Of course.” I follow her into the living room where she curls up on one end of the sofa. I sit at the opposite end and turn toward her. “Manhattan, huh? Do you live alone?” I have so many questions I’d like to ask her, but her body language has made it clear that her personal life isn’t up for discussion.
“I do.” She slides her foot close to me and then winks as she slides it under my thigh. “Chilly in here.”
I swear, the things this woman will do to avoid talking. Not skipping a beat, I take her foot in my hands and massage it. I’m not sure I’m any good as a masseur, but she seems to enjoy it, so I continue.
After a few moments, both of her feet are in my lap, and I’m alternating between rubbing one and then the other. I love the little noises she’s making, but I can think of a better way to please her. If she didn’t look so tired, I’d make a move, so I could add my couch to the list of places I would later look back on with fond memories of this weekend. Instead, I’ll play nice and let her rest.
After she’s drifted off to sleep, I sit through an entire movie. Then, I gently lift her legs and slip out from under her. I won’t wake her since she’s finally resting well. I’ll just make her comfortable. I retrieve a blanket from the linen closet and cover her.
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