Page 65 of Art of Love
I just couldn’t. Even when I thought I’d had something close to satisfaction, she’d do something, and I’d want more. All she had to do was touch me, and that was it.
I wasn’t sure how I thought I could have resisted her in the first place. I wasn’t sure how or why.
Of course, I knew there was this overarching and overwhelming thing we had hanging over us with the job, but fuck it.
I just couldn’t allow that one thing to be the boss of me or dictate what I did and didn’t do with her.
We didn’t sleep.
All damn night I had her. It must have been a good six or seven times. We’d left the show at eight. It took us less than an hour to get to my place, and we had a head start in the car when I pulled her into my lap and slid into her right there in my garage.
I remembered when I’d bought the house, I didn’t really care too much for the garage. I thought it was too big and took up far too much space. I even considered converting it to hold my art supplies.
Tonight, I was grateful I didn’t do that. I was fucking grateful I didn’t do that. From the garage, we went to the bedroom, where the night’s activities truly began.
Then we moved to the shower, where I had sex with her pressed up against the granite walls.
It felt like she was everywhere, inside me and outside of me.
And that was all that mattered.
Now, we lay together in my bed. She giggled, laughing at something I said.
“What’s funny now, love?”
“Dodgy wanker.” She giggled.
I’d said I was glad I saved her from that damn Stephan.
The fool had seen us leaving the show early, and I’d given him a look that dared him to say something.
We’d gone through the back fire exit, and he was there taking out a bag of rubbish. Jia didn’t see him. Thankfully.
She hadn’t told me yet what the story was with him, but I didn’t care about it.
“He is, love. Trust me. He wants you, but not more than me.”
She rested back into the pillow and ran her fingers over my beard. Just like that first night we’d met.
I couldn’t believe this was the direction our relationship took. What should have been a one-night stand on that night we first met had turned into a creative sexy mess that I was enjoying far too much.
It was like God opened up the heavens and sent me this angel to show me what a real woman was like.
A real woman who was just into me.
“Really?”
“Mmmmm hmmmmmm.” I kissed the top of her nose. “And I won’t stand for him making eyes at my bird.”
She giggled again as I brushed my lips over hers.“Bird?”
“My girl.”
“Am I?” Her eyes searched mine.
“Well, you won’t be able to get me to leave you alone.” I couldn’t. At this point, I didn’t care about anything else.
“I don’t want you to leave me alone,” she breathed, running her delicate fingers across my jaw. “Guess what?”
