"It's not you. I just get emotional when I'm drunk." It was definitely him, but I was afraid of being completely honest. I didn't want to be crying like some hysterical girl. If he was serious about spending the night, he was going to see exactly how crazy I was. I'd rather save the theatrics for when I couldn't control them.
"Are you so drunk that it would be wrong if I took advantage of you right now?" His voice radiated with lust.
"Nope, I might even let you do me in the ass," I replied.
He breathed in deeply. "Fuck, I wish you wouldn't have said that."
"Why?"
"Because now I know you're too drunk to think straight and I'm hard as hell."
Chapter Fifteen
We spooned under the covers. I was extremely tired and anxious, not a great combination. I wasn't even wearing my cuffs, because Rick insisted on holding me. It didn't matter anyway, because as long as he was in the same bed as me, the cuffs couldn't protect him. I was in my pink pyjama shorts and a tank top. He was just wearing his boxer briefs. I'd been waiting for him to fall asleep when I heard the loud sounds of my mom and sisters coming home. I listened while they all went to their respective rooms, and the house was quiet again. I tried to remain very still so he wouldn't wake. I had no idea if Rick was a heavy sleeper or not.
Then I heard him. He didn't move, but his whisper cut across the silence, startling me. "Are you purposely not going to sleep, Marley?"
"I'm asleep." Crap! How stupid was that? People who are asleep don't answer questions.
He turned me, so I was facing him. "Baby, the last thing I want is to keep you awake. We won't know how this is going to work if you don't sleep, right?" He brushed my hair away from my face.
"I'm just stressed. This is new territory for me."
He nodded. "Let me relax you then."
Before I could respond his mouth was on mine. It felt soft and warm against my lips. He moved down to my neck, slowly trailing kisses in his path. He lifted my shirt, taking my nipple into his mouth and suckling it. It was very relaxing. He pulled down my pyjama shorts and panties together, slowly. I lifted my pelvis to help him. I felt the sudden heat from his mouth on my apex as he slipped his finger inside me. He slowly thrust it into me. I moaned out, and as if it was a signal to him, he entered with his tongue. I started squirming, moving my legs all about until his quiet command reverberated through me, "Be still, baby."
I felt my orgasm swiftly, but he wasn't done. He came up to my face, trailing hot kisses on my chin and neck. He sat up on his knees spreading me out underneath him. He placed my ankles on each of his shoulders. I wasn't even sure how I could stretch like that, but if felt good. He entered me, and it felt so deep. Rick clutched the headboard, giving more impact to his thrusts. I lunged my head back, squeezing my eyes shut, enjoying the ecstasy of this moment. "Look at me, Marley," he whispered.
I opened my eyes and stared at his look of pure passion. His intense gaze was another point of penetration for me. "Baby, I want you to come for me … hard. I want to look at you when you do, because I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I love being inside you. I love watching you. Will you touch yourself for me?" His words were soft-spoken whispers, but they seemed even more commanding that way.
I moved my hands up to my breasts, and I caressed them, pinching my nipples. It was so … erotic. Rick moaned deeply but quietly.
"Thank you, Marley."
He didn't say anything else-he couldn't. I couldn't either. We moaned in synchronistical low tones, as he rocked into me until we were both completely consumed and shaking. He dislodged us slowly, removing each of my ankles from his neck. He massaged my legs, especially my ankles and calves, before lying down next to me and pulling me against his chest.
"Are you relaxed now? Will you go to sleep like a good girl or do we need to resort to counting sheep?"
I laughed and snuggled up close to him. "No sheep, I'll sleep."
I fell asleep in his arms. As I drifted off, it occurred to me that he was waiting for me to fall asleep first. It made me feel … cherished.
* * * *
When I woke up, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at me, freshly showered and wearing the Nirvana T-shirt he'd given me that first Friday we'd had sex. I smelt the clean scent of mint coming from his mouth, which made me clamp a hand to my mouth, wondering if I had morning breath. "What are you doing?" I said sleepily.
"I was just watching you. I was wondering if you would wake up as beautiful as when you went to sleep, and you do."
Hell, was he seriously romancing me right now? I could tell from the streaming light it was early afternoon already, so I wondered how long he'd been up. I had to use the bathroom, but I needed to ask him first. "How did you sleep?" It was a seemingly innocent question, but packed with desperation as I searched out his expression for any misgivings.
"I slept great," he replied, kissing my forehead.
"You know what I mean. Did I have a terror? You have to tell me because I honestly don't remember." I looked over his face, moving it in my hands. I sighed in relief when I couldn't find any bruises.
He moved my hands and held them flat on the bed, staring into my eyes. "You had one and we handled it. I'm fine, you're fine and we're fine. Does that answer your question?" I nodded and swallowed. He let go of my hands and I ran them down his shirt. "Oh yeah, I'm reclaiming my shirt."
"I love this shirt." I had worn it for every night that very first week basking in its Rick-flavoured scent. I wore it until it stopped smelling like him and kind of stunk. Then I'd washed it and lamented it ever sense.
"Don't worry. I'll give you plenty of chances to steal it back." He smiled brightly, putting me at ease. The statement was the perfect thing to say because it was light and meaningful at the same time. It conveyed so much more. It meant there would be other nights with him. Rick was not terrorised by my terrors.
"I have to use the bathroom, stay here."
I walked into the bathroom and gaped at myself in the mirror. Half of me wanted to do the happy jig because he'd survived the night unscathed, but the other half was too dismayed at my messy hair. How could he think I was beautiful when it looked like I'd put my finger in an electric socket? I washed my face, brushed my teeth and combed out the ratty mess on my head. I heard my mom and sisters downstairs, probably getting ready for lunch. That's when the realisation hit me. I'd had an overnight guest and hadn't asked my mom! I had no idea how she'd react, since this was new territory. I knew my mom wasn't super traditional, but sometimes she could be, and this was so outside of the box for everyone.
I walked back into my room nervously. Rick was sitting on my bed smiling. "Rick, did anyone see you?"
"I ran into Adam on my way to the bathroom, but no one else."
I sighed in relief. Adam had a big mouth, but I knew he would keep this from my mom. I marched over to the window and looked down. Rick stood behind me, embracing me, "What are you thinking?"
"I was just thinking how feasible it would be for you to jump out the window." His car wasn't here so it was a possibility I could hide my indiscretion from my mom.
He laughed. "Marley, are you serious right now? I just saw Adam. Obviously, he spent the night too."
I turned to Rick. "This is new for me. I have no idea how my mom will react. Adam didn't start spending the night until he was engaged to Stevie. Before that, he was our neighbour since we were little kids. His mom and my mom are best friends. Billie's too young to have a sleepover like this. I'm just not sure how this will go down."
Rick squared my shoulders and pulled me towards him, "Relax, Marley, if you're that freaked out, I'll sneak out, but I'm definitely not jumping out the window. I really value my kneecaps."
I laughed. "I value all of your body, Rick."
"I'm glad to hear it. Okay, so any other bright ideas?"
I reflected on it for a second. "I'll go down and try to get my mom into the kitchen. You can sneak out the front door. The others will see you, but I think they'll be discreet, at least to my mom."
He nodded. "You're really making me feel like I'm in high school again. You're lucky I'm so crazy about you."
"Rick, I am lucky. Thank you for spending the night with me, but even more than that, thank you for being here when I got up. Even though I'm sneaking you out right now, thank you for not sneaking out yourself."
He tilted my chin and bent down to kiss me. "Marley, I never would."
Rick's statements brought sweet relief to my whole body. We could do this. We could be more than I'd ever been with anyone else. I felt it in my heart and in my head. I didn't respond to him, because I wasn't sure what I wanted to say yet. I kissed him instead because it was easier for me to show my feelings with action, than use words.