“Why, hello there, friend,” I murmured, sneaking my hand through the bubbles to find him, wanting and wanton.
“Caroline…” he warned, laying his head back on the edge of the tub.
“What?” I asked innocently, trailing my fingers along the sides of him, feeling him react.
“I’m not seventeen, you know.” He chuckled, his voice growing husky and needy in spite of his words.
“Thank goodness, or I would have to answer for my actions—corrupting a minor and all that,” I whispered, slowly turning over to rub myself along the length of him, soap and bubbles and water making me slippery.
He hissed slightly and smiled. “You’re going to break me, you know this, right? I swear on all that’s holy, I’m not a machine—Christ, don’t stop doing that.” He groaned, thrusting into my hand without thought.
“Ah, break schmake. I just want to fuck you until you can’t see straight,” I purred, tightening my fist as he splashed water over the side a bit.
“I can barely see as it is. There seem to be three of you.” He moaned, pulling my legs apart and positioning me above him.
“Aim for the one in the middle, Simon,” I instructed and slid down.
Yeah, we had some water to clean up.
11:09 p.m.
“I’m just going to get the food. I need sustenance, woman.”
“Get it, then hurry back to me. I need you, Simon. Why are you crawling on the floor?”
“I don’t think I can actually stand at this point. The machine needs a break. The machine may very well need repairs. The machine, wait, what’re you doin’ there, Caroline?”
“What, this?”
“Yeah, yeah, it looks like you’re—wow, do you touch yourself like that a lot?”
“I haven’t lately, why? Looks good to you, yes?”
“Yes, that’s…wow…um…that’s the door…the guy with the Thai is here. I…and I…Thai…I…”
“Are you really rhyming right now, Simon? Mmm, that feels nice…”
“hello! hello, anyone there? Someone called in an order for—dude, how am I supposed to give you your change?”
“Keep the change.”
“Dude, you shoved a fifty under the door. You know that’s like a thirty-dollar tip, right?”
“Keep the change. Leave the Thai. Caroline, get on that bed.”
“Mmm, so close, Simon. Sure you don’t…want…me…to…mmm…finish…oooh. I love when you do that.”
“Mmph, mumph, hah, hooo…”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Simon, Simon, Simon, Simon, Siiimmooooon…”
“Okay, dude. I’m totally setting your food out here. Um, thanks for the tip.” 1:14 a.m.
We lay in bed, limp and a little stupid. My poor Simon, I’d ridden him to the brink of extinction. He wasn’t a teenager, but even he was surprised by his…hmm…stamina. After the last round of crazytown, he crawled back to the hallway, retrieved the food, and we ate Thai sitting in the middle of the bed. I’d quickly stripped the sheets because raisins and flour clouds lingered from earlier. The amount of work I was going to be faced with in
the kitchen tomorrow was daunting, but it was worth it. All of it. All of it was worth it.
Now we lounged, settled but not settling. still wrapped around each other but now clad in a pink nightie and a pair of sweatpants. To be clear, I wore the pink nightie. We lay side by side, facing each other, legs tangled and hands held.
“When do you have to go back to work?”
“I told Jill ian I’d be back Monday, although that is the last thing I can think about right now.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Spain.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, it was amazing. Thank you so much for taking me, and then taking me.” I nudged him with my elbow.
“It was my pleasure, on both counts. I’m glad you could…come,” he snorted.
Now that the O had returned, we could joke about it. We were quiet for a moment, just enjoying the music. Simon had hobbled next door a little while ago to put on a record. Even hobbled, he was sexy.
“When are you leaving for Peru? Ass, I still hate you a little for getting to go, but when are you leaving?”
“About two weeks. And no hating on the photographer. I have to go, but I’ll always come back.”
“Oh, to be clear, I don’t hate you for leaving. I hate you because I want to go too. But I digress. I love you more than I hate you, so we’re good.”
“We’re good?”
“Yes, of course. You have to travel for your job. It’s not like I didn’t know this.”
“Well, knowing about it and then being the one left behind are two different things,” he said, eyes getting a little cloudy. I smoothed my hand across his cheek, feeling his scruff and skin and watching him lean into my touch. His eyes closed, and he hummed a contented hum.
“You’re not leaving me behind. We live busy lives and will continue to do so. Just because you get to stick your dick in me now, that isn’t going to change us,” I replied.
A slow grin spread across his face. Eyes still closed, but grinning. “Sometimes dicks change people,” he said through the grin.
“Sometimes dicks change what needs to be changed. Sometimes dicks make it better.”
“Sometimes dicks make it better—what an odd thing to say.”
“Stick around, who knows what I’m gonna say next.”
“Sticking.”
“Stuck.”
“Going to kiss you now.”
“Thank Christ.” I giggled as he wrapped his strong arms around me. We kissed quietly, thoughtfully. I settled down into his nook, perfectly shaped and smelling like heaven.
“I adore this nook.”
“Good.”
“No one else gets this nook.”
“It’s yours.”
“Yes, yes it is. Make sure you tell that to all those gorgeous Peruvian women who will try to seduce the hot American.”
“I’ll make sure to tell them my nook is spoken for.”
I smiled and yawned hugely. It had been an exhausting few days. I was jet lagged and had been rocked to within an inch of my life. Tended to make a girl tired. Simon leaned across me to shut off the light and tucked me back into the nook.
1:23 a.m.
“Simon?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you asleep?”
“Mm-hmm…”
“I just wanted to say, well, I’m really glad you came home early.”
“Mm-hmm, me too.”
“And I’m pretty smitten with you.”
“Mm-hmm, me too.”
“Smitten like a kitten.”
“Mm-hmm, me too.”
“Who’s lost her mittens.”
“Mittens, mm-hmm…”
“Simon?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Are you asleep?”
“Mm-hmm…”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
…
…
…
“Caroline?”
“Mm-hmm…”
“I’m really glad I came home early too.”
“Mm-hmm…”
“And I’m really glad you came.”
“Enough.”
“’Night, Caroline.”
“’Night, Simon.”
And as Count Basie and his orchestra played us off into dreamland, we curled around each other and slept.