Much better than prison.
We had to take another shower to clean off.
Lia had the makings for sandwiches in her mini-fridge, and I devoured two of them quickly.
“Hungry?” she asked, amused.
“Do you have any idea how much prison food sucks?” I asked with a grin. “These are fucking awesome.”
She giggled, and my cock responded. I polished off the last couple of bites and then crawled over to where she sat and thanked her with my mouth. I took her again on the floor and then let her change into pajamas, which she wore just long enough to get into the bed before I tore them off and tossed them across the room.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
Sometime around midnight, I started to feel tired. It didn’t make any difference though. My body continued to demand more of hers.
My mouth pressed against her stomach as my hand moved up her side. With a light touch, I brushed over the tops of both her breasts as I kissed up the center of her body.
“Again?” Lia giggled. “Do you ever run out of energy?”
“Eventually,” I admitted. “Fucking you just makes me want more though. I'm trying to see if I can make it to round six before I pass out.”
“I'm going to be sore,” she said.
I maneuvered over the top of her, nudged her legs apart with my knee, and looked down into her eyes.
“Does that mean you'll feel it all day tomorrow—feel it constantly, no matter what you’re doing, and think about my cock inside you every minute you’re awake?”
Lia's breath quickened, and she stared up at me for a moment before she swallowed hard and nodded her head.
“Probably.”
“Good.” I wrapped my hand around my shaft and drilled into her.
I felt whole again.
It felt too good to last.
I woke up in ecstasy.
At first I thought I had to be dreaming, but I quickly remembered that my dreams were never so pleasant. The feeling through my skin, my muscles—my entire body—was like lying in a cool meadow with the springtime sun blanketing me. My mind was relaxed and calm in a way it hadn’t been in years. There was only one word to describe it.
Peace.
It was nearly enough to bring tears to my eyes.
My cheek rested on Lia’s abdomen, and I felt her hand against the back of my head, cradling me to her body. I had my arms wrapped around her center, and I held her close against my chest as I lay beside her on the small bed that reminded me too much of the one in the cabin.
I didn’t move. I only inhaled deeply to embrace the scent of her. It was her own, sweet fragrance combined with the smell of our activity from the night before. I curled my fingers around her hip, touched my nose to the skin against her belly, and I inhaled again. My fingers reached up to briefly touch the quarter on its chain around her neck. I had to pee pretty badly, but it wasn’t worth disconnecting myself from her flesh, so I didn’t.
I don’t know how long I stayed that way, eyes closed and just reveling in the sensations around me. At some point, Lia’s fingers twitched, then slowly started massaging my head, which caused me to moan out load.
Lia’s soft laugh filled my ears.
“You like that?”
“Mmmhmm,” I replied as I snuggled against her stomach and tightened my grip on her. “Feels good.”
She kept it up, slowly dragging her fingertips from the top of my head, through my hair, and down to the back of my neck before she started all over again. I lifted my head and shifted up until I was face to face with her and wrapped both arms around her shoulders to hold her against me. Lia’s hand stroked my cheek, and I watched her eyes as she gently traced the veins in my arms.
“I could wake up like this every day,” I said.
“Me, too. You’re gonna have to let me up, though.”
“Why?” I protested. “I don’t want to.”
“I have to go to the bathroom!” Lia laughed.
“So do I.”
“Well, this time would be a lot worse of a wet spot than what I put up with last night, so you better move.”
Something about the crudeness of the remark amused me to no end.
“Come right back,” I ordered as I held in a laugh.
“Yes, sir,” she responded with a grin that made my cock twitch. “Now let go.”
I sighed but rolled away from her so she could get up. True to her word, she curled right back up with me when she returned and started to run her hands up and down my arms again as I tucked my head against her chest. I dozed off briefly, and when I woke, she was propped up on an elbow and just looking at her fingers wrapped around my bicep.
“What?” I questioned.
Lia smiled and looked away as her cheeks tinged with flowing blood.
“Nothing,” she said softly.
“Tell me.”
Her eyes met mine again.
“I just…I feel so safe with you, like nothing could ever happen to me as long as I was with you.”
I wanted it to be true so much. Maybe I went ahead and believed it on some level. After pondering a moment, I leaned back and repositioned myself so I was lying next to her and looking up at her face.
“What is this?” I asked tentatively.
“What is what?” Lia stifled a yawn with her hand and then turned her head back toward mine.
“This,” I said as I tightened my grip and held her body more firmly against my own. “Us. What are we?”
She eyed me for a moment.
“What do you want this to be?” she asked quietly.
I thought about it for a minute, but I really wasn’t sure how to answer. Whatever this was, it was foreign to me. I didn’t know what to call it.
“What are my options?”
Lia raised both eyebrows at me and tilted her head a bit. I only shrugged in response, so she tapped her finger against her bottom lip as she answered me.
“Well, you could buy me a giant diamond and be my fiancé.” Lia dropped her finger down and tapped her chin instead. “Or we could just go to Vegas and have Elvis or maybe Darth Vader marry us. If commitment isn’t your thing, we could just be fuck-buddies.”
She turned her eyes back to me and smiled softly as I raised my eyebrow at her.
“Then again, maybe we should just try the boyfriend-girlfriend thing for now and see what happens,” she suggested.
“It seems a little more…realistic than the other ones,” I admitted. I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “I’ve never done this shit before.”
“What? Dated?”
“Have we been on a date?”
“I guess not.” She eyed me with a cynical gaze. “What do you mean, then?”
I didn’t even know what I meant, which was part of the problem.
“I’ve never put a label on a…a relationship,” I said. “I don’t even know what that means—boyfriend. Should I go get flowers and chocolates now?”
“That doesn’t seem your style,” Lia snickered. “Have you ever bought a girl flowers before?”
I licked my lips and considered the daffodils I had yanked out of a window box for Bridgett. Since they were neither bought nor ever delivered to her, I had an honest answer.
“Never bought a girl flowers. Bought a few other things, I guess.”
“Such as?”
“Is this normal girlfriend-boyfriend conversation,” I asked, “me telling you what I’ve bought for other chicks? What did William get you for your last birthday?”
Lia’s throat bobbed up and down as she looked away from me.
“Fine, you made your point.”
The tension in her face and her refusal to look at me told me enough.
“I must be a boyfriend,” I said. “I’m already pissing you off.”