“No, Rick, please, and I don’t know if I want you to.”
The naughty finger slipped out and my anus clamped shut.
“It felt good though, didn’t it, at the perfect moment?” he asked.
I loosened my grip on his biceps and saw my fingernails had left tiny white crescents on his tan skin. “Yes, yes, it felt good. It all felt good. But I…”
“But you don’t want me in your ass.”
I shook my head.
“Sorry, I should have asked, I just really needed you to come at that very moment so we could share it. I had a feeling that little trick would work.”
“It did, it was…” I paused, searching for the word. “Different.”
“‘Good’ different?”
I smiled. “Yes, good different…intense.”
He kissed me softly. “I get the hint. Unless you ask, no more ass play.”
I lifted up and watched as he tugged off the condom. Then, thoroughly exhausted, I flopped onto the bed, my head sinking into the deep pillow, my limbs stretching out every which way.
He disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of the toilet flushing and running water.
Strolling back in, still gloriously naked, he sprawled next to me, his arm resting loosely on my stomach, his head on the same pillow as mine.
I trickled my fingers through the dark hairs near his wrist and traced the long, lean tendons just below the surface of his skin. “There’s something else you should know,” I said quietly.
“More secrets from the past?” He propped his head on his hand and moved a strand of hair from my cheek.
I looked into his flushed face. It was only fair to tell him. “I haven’t…” I hesitated. “You’ll have to bear with me, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with anyone.”
He gazed intensely down at me, tugging his full bottom lip with his teeth and stretching his prickly soul patch. “How long is long?”
Turning away, I stared up at a crystal ceiling light.
“Dana?”
I sighed. What the hell. “Until you, at the wedding the other week…” I sighed. “Two years.”
His eyes widened. “Two years, Jesus, how did you manage that?”
Turning back to him I frowned. “Easy,” I said. “I’m not a very sexual person.”
He grunted. “Not true, you’re the most sexual person I’ve ever had the pleasure of giving pleasure to.” He dipped his head and fluttered his tongue over my left nipple. My eyes shut and I rose for his touch. He palmed the soft flesh and gently lifted it for deeper suction, his warm, moist mouth suckling exquisitely at my nipple.
“Mmm.” I threaded my hands into his thick hair. “That feels so nice the way you do that.”
He lifted his head. “Point proven,” he said, grinning and brushing my lips with his. “You’re a very sexual person.”
I furrowed my brow. I’d fallen into that one.
“But can I just say,” he murmured, “that I’m honored you chose to break your two years’ celibacy with me?”
I rubbed my fingertips over his stubbled jawline. “I don’t know how much rational choice there was. I can’t seem to help myself when you’re around.”
“Good, that makes two of us then,” he said. “I’m guessing when you told me I kept making you break a promise to yourself that is what you were talking about.”
I nodded. I was buzzing for him again, his big, naked body pressed onto mine was irresistible. It felt as though I would never get enough of it, enough of him.
He lifted up and slipped from the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Only to the dresser, I need another condom if I’m going to make love to you slow and indulgently like we planned.” He pulled open the top drawer and plucked out a jumbo pack. “And it seems we’ll have to do it several times over, because you, wild thing, have lost time to make up for.”
* * * * *
“I have to get to practice,” Rick said, holding a tray in front of me.
“On a Sunday?”
“Yeah, we have a game Tuesday plus I’ve got some stuff to work through with Fergal.”
I smiled up at him and hoisted myself higher on the pillows. I felt satisfied and content, optimistic about my day, hopeful about Rick and the future. It was a seriously good feeling. “This looks lovely,” I said, taking the tray set with pancakes, coffee and a small yellow flower with bright pink stamen.
“I figured you don’t get breakfast in bed very often being a workaholic and all that.” He walked over to the window and drew back one of the heavy black curtains. Brilliant sunshine spilled onto the deep-pile carpet.