Page 40 of Say I'm Yours, Firecracker

We rested there, completely spent, him going soft inside of my warmth. I let him hold me, because I’d missed this. The feeling of being loved, andwanted. He placed gentle kisses along my bare shoulder as I came down from the impeccable high.

My body was spent, my mind blissfully blank, and I felt like I could sleep for years.

Her body relaxed in slow, subtle movements.

I knew this wasn’t what I wanted, noneededit to be, but I couldn’t help the way it felt to be here with her. To share in the comfort of her space.

Her head fell onto my shoulder, mouth open and light puffs of breath stirred the hair that she turned loose in our frenzied kissing.

I didn’t want to wake her, but I knew we both needed to get cleaned up, and I definitely needed to change her sheets. I whispered her name, gently shifting my body so I could look at her.

She murmured something and shifted in my arms, grinding back down on my already growing cock. Bad idea.

I slid to the edge of her bed, carrying her with me so I could slip out of her and move her to the couch.

“Stay.” She muttered as I carried her to the couch. I didn’t think she was aware enough to know what she was doing to me, but I didn’t care at the moment.

“Shhh,” I said, laying her out on the couch, “I’ll be right back.”

I stumbled around her apartment that couldn’t be bigger than her office at Fixin’ To I Do. As quietly as I could, I searched the bathroom cabinet for a spare set of sheets. When I didn’t find any I searched all of the apartment, finding things I probably shouldn’t be curious about, but definitely was.

Finally I found some sheets under the counter in her kitchen. She really needed to consider something bigger. Like the house I bought. What was she going to do when our baby came? Where would all of their stuff go? Babies had a lot of shit for such little humans.

As quickly as I could, I stripped the bed and remade it with the fresh sheets. Then I relieved myself in her bathroom and went in search of my underwear, figuring she wouldn’t be too pleased to have me running around her apartment naked.

She was snoring softly on the couch when I pulled her into my arms and walked her to the bed. She didn’t make a sound as I laid her down. Her thighs were shiny with her orgasm and mine, and as much as I fucking loved the sight, I knew she would want to get as clean as she could before getting into the fresh sheets.

I headed back to the bathroom and ran a rag under the faucet, the water didn’t get very warm and I wondered if her shower was the same way. This apartment sucked, and I started conjuring ideas on how to get her to move in with me.

Once I got the washcloth as warm as it would get, I lightly pushed her thighs apart and ran the cloth over her thighs and legs first, so I didn't scare her. She mumbled, but didn't squirm so I flipped the cloth over and ran it over the flesh of her pussy.

It was still dripping, so I decided to rinse the cloth and go over her once more. I didn’t want her to get an infection or anything, I didn’t understand the mechanics of it really, but I knew she should be somewhat clean after sex.

When I was satisfied with my work I placed the cloth on her tub to dry and slipped under the covers with her. If this was the only time I would get to cuddle Ronnie I’d selfishly take it.

I woke to the smell of chocolate and cinnamon. It was pleasant and at first it took me a minute to recognize where I was.

When my eyes landed on Ronnie, unfortunately fully clothed, she was watching me, sipping out of a mug of what I hoped was coffee, but knowing her was most likely hot chocolate.

“You stayed.” She said, holding her mug against her chest like protection.

I nodded, because I told her I would. Because I wanted to prove to her that I wasn’t going anywhere. I wasn’t running, and if she’d let me explain, maybe she would understand.

Her lips twisted and she bit the inside of her cheek. I could tell from the way she sucked in the skin. “Why?”

“You asked me to.” I answered, pulling myself out of her warm bed and slowly walking toward her. She halted my progression with a hand, and my heart sank a little.

“This can’t happen again.” She said, as if I should have known it. As if it was a given.

“Because you’re afraid?” I asked, slapping myself internally for the way it came out. I’d meant to tease, but it came out more honest than I intended.

Her face scrunched, “And that right there, is why.”

“Ronnie,” I sighed, “I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”

“You did, and it’s okay.”

I shook my head, willing my thoughts to rearrange so I could salvage this. This fragile bond we had.

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