Purposefully Coincidental ✓

55. Sore

Josephine

I awake to the sound of pans clattering and curses flying left and right from the kitchen. I sit up, thinking someone broke into my apartment, but I recognize Leo's voice instantly.

Only now I can feel the slight soreness in my private parts. I smile, then slowly stand up. There's no pain, just a weird and foreign feeling. But it's also a pleasant feeling, reminding me of what Leo and I did last night. I grab clean underwear and Leo's shirt from the chair. We still haven't showered, but I'll do that when I see what the commotion is all about. I get out of my room and see his sexy back.

His muscles are moving from whisking something with ... a fork.

I put a hand on my mouth to suppress my laugh.

He curses again, drops the fork in the bowl, and turns around, his eyes meeting mine. His hair, way, way longer now since the very first time I met him, is like a bird's nest on top of his head. My hair must look even worse. I didn't even think to look in the mirror to see what I looked like before stepping out.

But I must not look that bad as he looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on various parts of my body. Like my breasts, my hips, legs and my lips.

I can still remember how his hands felt on my body. How soft his lips were as he kissed every inch of it.

His dark blue boxer briefs get tighter and I smirk as I near him.

"What are you doing?" I put a hand on the side of his ribs and peer into the bowl he was just mixing. There are big lumps of what I can only assume is flour.

He grunts and pushes it further back, hiding its contents from me. "I was trying to bake your famous muffins to make you breakfast in bed."

"That's very sweet, but baking is really hard if you don't even know how to cook."

He gives me a bland look at my dig, but my smile only widens.

Then he hoists me up on the kitchen counter. I love it when he does that. It brings us eye to eye and I can wrap my arms around his neck more easily, and he doesn't have to slouch. First time he did it, it made me feel like a little kid but now I love it.

"How are you feeling?" He asks with concern lacing his tone. His eyes dance across my face, as if he's assessing invisible wounds I have.

"A little sore." He frowns, his palms resting on my legs. I amend my answer, "But good kind of sore, you know?"

"I don't have a vagina, so no, I don't know."

With my legs around his hips, I pinch his butt with my toes. He just gives me an arrogant smirk.

But his face turns serious once more. "So no pain?"

"No pain."

After a moment, he asks in a quieter voice, "Was it good? Last night?"

Last night was more than good. He made me feel so loved and beautiful. And I couldn't have asked for a better first time.

"It was perfect. I was never one of those girls who expected there to be flowers and rainbows the first time, so I had low expectations, to be honest. But last night was just like that. You were really good to me."

"Glad to hear that." His hand comes to the top of my head and he flattens some hair strands that must stick up in different directions. Then, he dips down and gives me a sweet, soft kiss, not caring that I haven't brushed my teeth yet.

He groans into the kiss and pulls back just to nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck. "Mmm, you smell amazing." He says.

I rub his back as I say, "I haven't showered yet. I smell like sex." He does too, but all it does is remind me of how good last night was. After I told him to forget about the 'powernap', he made me come with his tongue before he pushed into me again. Then again, at a different angle.

"Exactly." He sniffs and I giggle as his facial hair tickles the soft skin of my neck.

After some moments of us just holding each other, I ask, "Was last night good for you too?"

He pulls back enough to look at me. "Heck, yeah!" He grins. "I would have gone longer if we weren't so exhausted." His hand sneaks up the shirt I'm wearing, so his palm rests on the bare skin of my lower back. "I was kind of nervous."

I scratch where his hair meets his neck. He closes his eyes for a second before opening them again. His dark gray eyes seem to glow.

"Of cumming too fast." He continues when he sees my look of confusion. "Then I would have had to wait a little to get hard again, and you'd get turned off and would not have orgasmed."

I let out a soft chuckle at these concerns he had. "I wouldn't have been turned off if you came too fast. I'd be proud, actually." Now it was his turn to look confused. "What can I say? I'm hot, so if you came 'too fast', that means you couldn't resist me." I wiggle my eyebrows.

He laughs and his face returns to my neck. "Only you would say something like that."

"I was a little nervous too, you know."

His gaze connects with mine, his hands going to my thighs. "Of it hurting?"

I shake my head. "No, I knew it may hurt. But you were really cautious."

"Then what were you nervous about?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Just, I don't know, doing something not right, I guess." This is the first time I've said this to him and maybe I should've said something before we had sex, but every time I wanted to tell him, I chickened out.

"Honey," he cups my face, his eyes so freaking soft while he looks at me. "You were perfect, okay? Sex isn't something you have to do a certain way. You just let your body take over."

I nod. "I know. It was just the very first couple of minutes, though. You made me feel really comfortable."

"Good. Next time just tell me, okay?" I nod again.

Him telling me to tell him how I feel is kind of ironic. Because he knows I have no problem telling him how I feel. It's him that bottles up his emotions.

"It was new to me. And I didn't know what to expect. But not anymore" I say.

He smiles at me, so happy and carefree looking.

His hands roam and squeeze my thighs. And now I'm getting turned on. Just by him touching my legs. And he was nervous I'd get turned off if he came 'too quick.'

I tighten my arms around his neck. "Can we do it again?"

"What? Have sex?" By the little smirk he gives me, I know it was a rhetorical question. I nod. "Only if you're not sore or anything."

"I'm not sore or anything."

"Okay." Then he circles his arms around my waist, pulls me away from the counter and walks to the bedroom.

"We need to shower first. I feel gross." I tell him with a laugh at his enthusiasm.

"Fine." He takes a slight turn to the left and enters the bathroom. "Let's shower first."