Page 88 of Character Flaws
Epilogue
One Year Later
If someone would have told me a year ago that I’d be living in New York City with my award-winning playwright/director boyfriend, I would have slapped them silly.
And on top of that, I’ve become his full-fledged writing partner for his up and coming off-Broadway show, The Adventures of Woody, which we wrote together in less than three months and then quickly shopped around to producers.
A very notable producer picked it up and we’re now in the process of casting the lead roles in the play.
Some days it just seems so surreal to be living this life and living it with the man of my dreams.
Today’s Sunday – our favorite day of the week; the day we sleep in and snuggle, which is code for staying naked as long as possible and screwing like bunnies throughout the day. I’ve slowly woken up to the sound of the city streets below and the light snores of Theo coming from the other side of the bed.
Rolling to my side, I prop myself up on my elbow, giving me freedom to admire the naked and gorgeous man lying next to me. Last night was a late night for us, spending it with some new friends in the theater industry and getting free tickets to see the Broadway show,Kinky Boots. I never thought I’d fall in love with musicals, and even though I don’t have a musical bone in my body and can’t carry a tune in a bucket, I’ve found a passion in going to musical theater.
My list of musicals to attend is fifteen long at the moment, but all of that can wait. Our first priority is getting our first New York play on the stage so it can become a hit.
The most pressing priority for this morning, however, is taking a bite out of Theo’s amazing ass for breakfast.
As stealthily as possible, I slide my hand underneath the turquoise colored top sheet and gently lay it on his thigh. Holding my breath for just a second, I bite down on my lip to keep myself in check. While his own breathing has accelerated just slightly, he doesn’t stir.
Scooting my body down, careful not to rustle the bed, I curl my chest, torso and legs around his side, my hand leisurely drawing patterns up and down his thigh.
I chuckle to myself as I watch his length grow right before my eyes, but soon my mood turns from fun to needy, my mouth practically watering to get a taste of him.
Wrapping my hand tightly around his shaft, I lean in and take a swipe up his hard length. By now Theo must be awake and when I peer up the bed, I see him smiling down at me, his arm bent holding his resting head.
“Have I mentioned how much I love waking up to you?”
I lick and flick the tip of his cock and he moans.
“You may have commented once or twice.”
Continuing my assault on his hard appendage, I flick, suck and nibble at the various parts of him to ensure he’s fully awake.
Living with Theo in New York has been a dream come true. While we live in a tiny box of an apartment in Brooklyn and next to the noisiest and most inconsiderate neighbors you could ever have, it’s all worth it because I’m here with Theo.
I think back at my life before I met him. Everything had seemed so scripted and laid out for me. From deciding what I would major in, what school to attend, what grade I should teach – everything I did had my mother’s influence on it.
And I wasn’t living my life or following the road I wanted to travel. It was as if I was the actor in a play about my own life – pretending to be happy with someone I wasn’t. Going through the motions and never considering that maybe I wasn’t truly fulfilled because I wasn’t doing what I was made to do.
And then I found Theo.
We both have our quirks and our character flaws; new ones uncovered every day. But the beauty of those flaws is that they make us unique and different from others.
It’s my goofiness and his weirdness that draw us together, holding us together with a ribbon of undying love, support and passion.
Tightening my grip on his hardened length, I work up and down with my palm, teasing him some more with my tongue until I’m ready to take him in my mouth.
“I could really get used to this every morning for the rest of my life,” Theo mumbles in between grunts as I stroke and flick a drop of moisture off the tip.
“Mm, that would be nice, wouldn’t it?”
And before I get the chance to wrap my lips around him and begin to really go to town, Theo pops up, slipping his hands underneath my arms and drags me up his body so I’m straddling him.
“Wha?” I try to get out but he stops me with a kiss.
And then he abruptly pulls back. “Close your eyes.”
