Without thinking about it, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me up, grinding against me, my hips thrusting as if they had a mind of their own.
He leaned down, his voice low and sweet as he whispered in my ear. “Can I fuck you?”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, fuck me.”
He stuck a finger in the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down my legs. I fumbled with the buttons of his jeans and took his cock out of his pants, groaning slightly as I felt the length and width of his erection. I was soaking wet as he threw my panties to the floor. He moved his hips down slightly and I guided him inside of me.
He went slowly at first, finding his way inside me gently, until our gazes were held, and I nodded slightly. He still had me pinned up against the wall and slowly, but surely, he started going faster and faster, looking right into my eyes, fucking me as he stared right into my eyes, never wavering, never looking away.
He closed his eyes for a second, tilting his head back, and he groaned. “Fuck,” he said. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Can I come inside you?”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes.”
He groaned, biting down on his lower lip, and thrusted himself into me. I felt pleasure spreading all over my body from my pelvis through to the tips of my fingertips, warmth all over my body as little explosions of pleasure happened underneath my skin. I felt my muscles tighten as I reached the peak of my orgasm and I was doubling over, unable to even control my body and let myself stay upright. Jody came at the same time, and he held me up as we both panted, trying our best to catch our breaths.
He moved away from me as he set me down softly on the ground, kissing me on the lips after he did so. He laughed. “Okay,” he said. “I’m going to get some water. Do you want some?”
“Yes,” I said. “And then, afterward, a shower?”
He smiled at me. “Sure,” he said. “A shower sounds good.”
He stayed until the morning. I didn’t have anywhere to be, I didn’t have anything to do, so I could have stayed there, talking to him for the entirety of the day.
When I woke up early in the morning, the smell of breakfast came from the kitchen, and I heard the sound of whistling as the smell of coffee and bacon came in.
I sat up, stretched, took a sip of the water I kept on my nightstand, and grabbed a robe to slip on my body. I felt nice and safe, comfortable, and it was nice to have him in my kitchen. I couldn’t say that it wasn’t.
After enjoying the moment for a little while, I stood up and walked toward the kitchen. Jody was working on something and picked up his head to smile at me. “Good morning,” he said. “How did you sleep?”
“Pretty well,” I said as I approached him. “How about you?”
“Slept pretty well. That bed is really comfortable.”
“Thanks. I invest in sleep.”
“As you should,” he replied. “It was a great investment.”
“Thanks,” I said, looking around. “What are you making?”
“Well, since I promised you Denny’s, and didn’t deliver—”
“Underdelivered, some would say—”
“I decided that the least I could do is make you breakfast.”
“That’s fair,” I replied. “Do you need help?”
“No,” he said. “There’s coffee on the pot, if you want any.”
I walked over to where he was and my body brushed against his as I poured myself a cup of coffee. “How do you take your coffee?”
“Black,” he said. “It’s the best way.”
“Agreed,” I replied, pouring him a cup of coffee as I watched him open cupboards to find where I stored my plates and cups. He served us breakfast without saying much, scrambled eggs with mushrooms and tomatoes, and I dug in immediately.
“I didn’t know you were such a good cook,” I said after a little while.
“Ah, there are lots of things you don’t know about me.”
“Like what?”
“Well, if I told you, I’d be spoiling the surprise.”
“Man,” I said. “Not even one thing?”
He smirked. “Okay, one thing,” he said. “I can do a handstand for twenty seconds.”
“No, you can’t,” I replied. “You’re not a kid.”
His smile widened. “So what I’m hearing is, you want to see me try.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “No,” I said. “I really don’t.”
“If you just give me a few minutes—”
“You really don’t have to do a handstand,” I said. “I believe you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Okay, I don’t, but I also don’t want you to knock any of my stuff down when you inevitably tumble down,” I said. “I’m not looking forward to that.”
He laughed. “I can do it against the wall,” he said. “To avoid any damages.”
“Yes, that would be good,” I said. “I still don’t think you should do it. Maybe show me another hidden talent?”
“I’ll have to think,” he said, then bit down on his lower lip. “I’m really good with
