"You better not pull any weird shit this time," she said with a short laugh, before her pussy walls strangled my dick.
Her orgasm rocked us both. I slowed down so I wouldn't miss a single change in expression. When I kissed her breast, she swatted me away.
"Too sensitive," she said, her body still quaking beneath me.
"Sorry," I said with a cheeky grin, flipping one of her nipples with the tip of my tongue to tease her. "That's what you get for going first," I said, slowly picking up speed again.
I wasn't far behind though. My head was too filled with her to even pretend I could hold out any longer. Just as she was coming down from her high, I exploded into her. She watched me with the same fascination that I had watched her, still hugging me with her whole body. I loved her eyes on me so much, I swear it made the orgasm last longer.
We stayed like that, not a word passing between us until my dick softened completely and slid out of her. I kissed her forehead and got out of bed, then walked my naked ass to the bathroom. I cleaned up as quickly as I could, trying to ward off the post nut clarity. This wasn't over yet. There would be time to overthink it later.
Thinking of her, I prepared a washcloth and basin of warm water and walked back to my room.
She was still there, confirming that it hadn't been a dream. She held her shins up to her chest, hastily wiping away tears.
Rushing to her side, I set the basin and wash cloth down on the bedside table and sat down next to her.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked softly.
My first instinct was not to go near her, in case her post nut clarity was already kicking in and she regretted everything. But when I sat down and she saw me, she only cried harder. Feeling like I had no choice, I took her into my arms.
"You can't do that," she yelled through her sniffles. "You can't just fuck someone and walk out like that."
"I'm sorry?" I said stupidly, rubbing her back. "I just went to get some water so we could get you cleaned up. See?"
She looked up and took in the water and washcloth and somehow she was even more shocked now than when I'd first reentered the room.
"You were gone for a while," she said accusingly, lowering her forehead to my chest. "I thought you were, I thought you were—"
"Yeah, because I stopped to clean up a bit first and I wanted the water to be a good temperature for you. Look, I'm sorry. I'm an idiot, but I would never leave you, Stace. Certainly not like this. Not after what we just did," I said, cursing myself a moment later in my head for saying that to her.
And cue the post nut clarity. I didn't want to put any pressure on her just because we did it once. Did I? The worst part was the words tumbled out of me so naturally because I meant them. Sex with Stacy may well have ruined our friendship, but I felt tied to her in ways I hadn't before. Not out of guilt or because I regretted it. I genuinely never wanted to leave her side. This was a possibility I had not anticipated as an outcome, as it had never happened to me before.
"This is so stupid. I'm overreacting," she said, wiping away her tears and shooting me a forced smile.
"Lie back," I said, gently withdrawing from her.
Something suspiciously like desire flashed in her eyes.
"What?" she said, dumbfounded.
"Don't worry. Men have recovery periods. You're safe," I said with a smirk.
Even as I said the words, I felt my dick twitch.
"Lie back for me," I said, fluffing the pillow behind her.
She did as she was told, her cheeks turning light pink. I got the wash cloth wet and wrung out the excess water. As I brought the wash cloth between her thighs, she bolted upright with a huff.
"You know what? This isn't necessary," she said, suddenly covering her breasts with her arms and squeezing her legs closed as though embarrassed or ashamed to be naked before me.
"You're going to mess up the sheets," I admonished her with an affectionate smile. "This is happening. Get over it."
And she did, or at least she resigned herself to her fate, opening up her legs for me and lying back down. I went to work, wiping her down gently. Apparently not gently enough. She went rigid, fighting every instinct in her body to react to my touch. My brain wasn't doing much better. Touching her was almost as intoxicating as being touched by her. Still I pushed myself through it, wanting to take care of her.
"All done," I said, watching her immediately latch onto the sheets to cover up.
Well what the fuck now? She crawled onto the other side of the bed and turned her back on me. She didn't seem interested in being near me, but last time I left the room, she went ballistic. I picked up the basin and returned it and the washcloth to the bathroom, trying to buy some time to think. When I got back, she was still turned away from me. My heart hurt. Had I really fucked us up beyond repair just to get laid?
Stacy was in a vulnerable place after seeing her family and what did I do? I fucked her. What the fuck was wrong with me?
"Stace," I said, sitting down on the bed. "Please look at me."
She didn't move, didn't speak and maybe the thing to do was what I should have done all along: leave her alone. But I'm a selfish ass and all I wanted was to hold her.
"Just tell me what to do. I'll give you anything you want," I said, crawling up behind her back. "Please just say something. I can't do the silent treatment again. Please Stace," I said, lying down behind her.
My pulse raged in my ears as I waited for her to throw me out of my own room. Say something. Tell me I was the worst. That I had taken advantage of her. Fuck it, I had been in a vulnerable place too. Going no contact with her was debilitating. We weren't doing that again. I wanted to tell her we could forget it ever happened, even though I knew I never would. Her moans, her skin beneath my fingertips, kissing every inch of her naked body, being deep inside her, her climax. Every look, every kiss. The way she moaned my name. Coming inside her. All of it would stay with me forever. I would have said anything just to hear her speak though.
At the risk of making things worse, I reached out to her arm and trailed a finger down it. She shivered, then finally turned to me, still clutching onto the covers for dear life.
"Hi Scottie," she said, uncertainty in her voice.
"Hi," I said, slipping my hand under the sheet.
I couldn't stop myself from reaching out to her if I tried. My hand found her hip and I drew closer. I wanted her swollen lips on mine so badly and this time I knew it wasn't because I was sex crazed.
"I'm a huge cuddler," I said, sending her into a fit of giggles. I laughed with her. "May I?"
She tumbled into my arms and I accepted her presence readily, the sheet all but fo
rgotten.
"Just stay a while," she mumbled into my chest. "That's all I want."