"Fuck," he hissed, closing his eyes while I ran my hand over him again.
I wanted to feel him inside of me so bad, and I could feel the anxiety building at the fact that neither of us probably had a condom.
"I want to be inside of you," he breathed into my ear, sliding another finger into me and meeting my lips, kissing me deeply.
The second those words left his lips, I realized just how badly I wanted that too. I searched the deepest parts of my mind, trying to figure out how we were going to do this without a condom. Then I remembered the nightstand and that little basket of goodies.
"Hold on," I whispered. I reached over and grabbed the basket that contained all the stuff I had found earlier. I grabbed the box of condoms and ripped it open, grabbing one and handed him the package. He looked at the package like it was a foreign object, his eyes moving to mine.
"You're sure?" he questioned, studying my face.
I nodded. The silence in the room was almost deafening as he looked from me back to the package. He was hesitant at first, but he took the condom from me and ripped it open and rolled it over himself.
He lowered himself onto me and brushed the hair from my face, his hand cupping my cheek as he kissed me slower this time and reached between us, lining himself with my opening. I felt the pressure as he slid his thick cock into me.
Sex with him was unlike anything I had felt before. He held me in his arms, kissing me the entire time, while he pumped deeply into me. He was the tenderest lover I had ever been with. He took his time, and before I could stop it, I felt myself tightening around him, my body tensing while I called his name, as we came together.
He didn't rush from the bed or immediately roll over and go to sleep like the others I had been with either. Instead, he cleaned himself up, allowing me to do the same. When I crawled back into bed, he surprised my by pulling me into him and holding me in his arms. My head rested on his chest, his fingers running through my hair while he occasionally placed a kiss on my forehead. We lay in silence, watching the fireplace flicker.
Half hour later, Austin lay softly snoring, and I lay there thinking about what had happened between us. I wondered if perhaps this had been a mistake. I had always been afraid of this type of spontaneity. I wondered what he had been thinking, but then I decided that this wasn't really something that I should worry about. What happened had happened—two consenting adults having a good time. There was nothing to be ashamed of because I already knew that after this weekend there could be no more. His sister was my best friend.
I rolled over, closed my eyes, and tried to go to sleep. Instead, I lay there staring into the darkness, the only thought running through my mind was how it felt to be with him. How nice it would be to experience that all over again. The only problem was that I was in no way ready for a relationship. I still had to contend with Tom everyday at work, and until he was out of my life and I was over that hurt, there was no way I could open myself up to someone else.
I wasn't sure that Austin was ready for anything either. At times this weekend, I had caught a far-off look in his eyes, and when he spoke of Laura, I could see there was still love there, even though she was gone.
I blew out the breath I'd been holding and readjusted my pillow.
"Everything okay?" He mumbled.
I closed my eyes. I had thought he had gone to sleep. I didn't want him to think I was already feeling uneasy about what had just transpired. "Yes, of course."
He didn't say anything, and it was that moment that I decided I wasn't going to complicate any of this. I was going to just close my eyes, go to sleep, and know that this weekend was good for mixing things up in my life a little bit. Then I felt the bed move and felt him slip his arm underneath the crook of my neck, his other arm coming around my waist and pulling me back into him. I closed my eyes, the feeling of being against his hard body almost too much for me to bare emotionally. My body betrayed me though, relaxing against him as he brushed my hair back and gently placed a kiss on my bare shoulder, tightening his grip around my waist. I rested my hand on his, and he placed his large hand on top of mine, kissing me again before I closed my eyes and just allowed myself to relax.
10
Austin
I lay on my back, my arms crossed behind my head, and stared up at the ceiling. I hadn't slept much. Kristy had pretty much fallen asleep within minutes of me holding her in my arms. I glanced over at her. She lay on her stomach, sound asleep. I rolled over onto my side and watched her sleep. I wanted to wake her so badly, but she looked so peaceful. I thought about last night, holding her tightly in my arms, and about her soft touch as her fingers ran over me. I could still hear her moans as she climaxed, and my cock stirred at the thought.
I also realized that Kristy had been the first woman I had been with since Laura had died. She was the first everything—the first one I'd even thought about touching, the first one I'd kissed, and the first one I'd slept with. I never thought that all the firsts would happen all in one night, but everything felt so right. I just hoped it had been as mind blowing for her as it had been for me. At the same time, that thought frightened the shit out of me because it had never been mind blowing with Laura. We had never been that in sync with one another, even at the height of our relationship.
Kristy started to stir and rolled onto her back. I didn't want her to find me watching her—it may freak her out—so I got up, pulled on my grey sweats, and headed to the kitchenette to make us some coffee. While that was brewing, I searched the internet for the Applejack Diner. Once I'd found it, I picked up the phone and ordered breakfast delivery from them.
With breakfast on the way, I filled two mugs with coffee and carried them into the bedroom, setting them both on the nightstand. I knelt on the bed, brushed her hair from her neck, and kissed her shoulder. "Good morning," I whispered.
"Mmmm, morning," she said sleepily as she opened her pretty blue eyes.
"I have fresh coffee here for you, and breakfast is on its way."
She gripped the blankets and sat up, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and bringing it around her neck to rest on her right shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered, taking the mug from me.
I sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, coffee in hand, watching Kristy take her first sip. She was quiet, staring down at her mug.
"Austin, I..." A knock on the door caused Kristy to stop speaking.
"That must be breakfast. Hold that thought," I said, heading to the door.
Armed with a tray I'd found in the kitchenette, I carried it into the bedroom and set it on the bed. "Breakfast is served." I grinned, lifting the cover off the two plates.
Kristy's eyes lit up at the stack of fresh steaming blueberry waffles and bacon. "Austin, this looks amazing."
"I figured you might be hungry," I said, leaning in and kissing her. "I ordered them from the Applejack Diner."
Kristy's eyes lit up and she picked up a waffle and broke a piece off. "These are fantastic."
We dug into the food, and soon the plates were almost empty. Just like last night, we were still in sync, Kristy snagging the last bite of waffles while I snagged the last piece of bacon. I took the tray and set it on the floor and crawled back in the bed.