“By the way, why is it so dark in here? Is it cloudy outside?”
He laughed. “No, not cloudy, just late evening time.” He strolled to the large window in his bedroom and opened the blinds. The twinkling lights from the Chicago skyline were glowing. Did I sleep all day?
“Late evening? What time is it?” I wondered.
“It’s seven-thirty. You slept from six-thirty this morning to seven-thirty this evening.”
I frowned at him, surprised. Didn’t he sleep with me? When did he get up? Why didn’t he wake me?”
“Baby, don’t look so confused.” He sat next to me, kissing the backs of my hands. “I was in bed with you the entire morning, also asleep. It wasn’t until I heard your phone ringing for the second time that it occurred to me it could be your parents, so I got up to answer it and it was your mother.” He continued, “I told her you were still asleep and either I or you would call her once you woke up. It was around twelve-fifteen when I got up to get your phone. I didn’t want to wake you because you needed your sleep. I was going to get back in bed with you but then noticed that I had a bunch of texts and messages I needed to take care of.”
“Oh.”
“Do you want a shower while I order the food? Or do you want to call your mother first?”
“Let me call my parents first,” I said. I looked around for his shirt but remembered I left it in the living room. “What should I put on?”
“Nothing, in my opinion. You look beautiful just like that.” He smirked at me.
“Well, if we were in the Caribbean, I would possibly do that but it’s snowing outside and your apartment is cold.”
“Mm, I’ll have to remember that,” he said as he padded to his closet. He walked out with one of his white dress shirts. I slipped it, on smelling the collar. It smelled like Josh. Or his cologne? His soap?
I called my parents while he ordered our food. It was a short conversation with both parents. Apparently, I still sounded tired to them so they let me go with the caveat that I go see them or they come here to see me tomorrow. We decided on me going to them for brunch tomorrow. Which meant I needed to get some clothes.
I quickly showered, slipped Josh’s shirt back on, combed my hair and headed to the living room to find him. He had the fireplace going and Etta James was singing “At Last” in the background. It was a very cozy and romantic atmosphere. I loved it.
He came around the corner, taking me by the waist and kissing me hard on the lips. We stood there for an immeasurable moment, kissing, his tongue eagerly invading my mouth. I gently nipped his lower lip and so willingly sucked his tongue. He moaned, sending me over the moon. I ran my fingers through his hair and pressed my body against his.
“You look amazing in my shirt,” he breathed. “I want you like this all day, every day.” He picked me up, lifting one of my legs and placing it around his waist. I picked up my other leg and wrapped both legs around his waist. He methodically trailed one of his hands up my thigh to my bare backside, groping it. I let out a soft moan. I wanted more.
“Take me to the sofa, Josh,” I ordered.
“Yes ma’am,” he answered, grinning against my neck, gently biting. He laid me down on the sofa, trailing kisses from my jaw to my clavicle. I was untying his PJ bottoms while he unbuttoned my shirt.
“Baby, aren’t you sore from earlier?” His breath was ragged. “Are you sure about this?”
“Oh, yesss,” I replied eagerly, trying to pull down his PJs. He quickly helped me take his bottoms off. I finished unbuttoning my shirt. His lips were swiftly on my nipple, sucking and tugging. He spread my legs apart with his knee and slipped two fingers inside me. I moaned, lifting my hips up to meet his hand.
“Joshua. Now. Please,” I implored.
“Baby, I have to go to my bedroom for a condom.”
What? Was he serious? “What’s the date today?”
“Huh? What?” He was confused. He stopped his sweet torture to my nipples to gaze up at me.
“The date!” I demanded urgently.
“December thirty-first.”
I paused, counting the days from the first day of my last period to now. I should be good. It wasn’t time for me to ovulate and my body was always punctual.
His mouth was on my wet sex, nipping, licking and sucking. I was having trouble concentrating. My thoughts were beginning to scatter.
“Aaaahhh,” I breathed.
“You were saying, baby.”
“Give me a minute.” My voice was barely a whisper as he swirled his thumb around my clit. Focus, Isabel. I’d never been late or early. In fact, my cycle was so regular I could plan a vacation or meetings around it.
“I should be okay… we should be fine,” I finally said, breathing harshly.
“Isabel…”
“Trust me, Josh.” I took his face in between my hands, pulling him to my lips. I pressed my lips to his very gently, only kissing the corner of his mouth and then moving to his earlobe. He groaned, thrusting himself inside me.
“Aahh,” I threw my head back, closing my eyes.
“Isabel Grace, you are positively irresistible,” he said through gritted teeth. “Baby, I want you to sit on me this time. I want to see you… all of you.”
He wrapped his arms around my back, scooped me up and sat down on the sofa with me straddling him. He swiftly
