20 Questions

Chapter 40

The next morning, I open my eyes and listen to the soft purrs coming from the handsome man lying next to me. I love waking up next to him and seeing how peaceful he looks while he is sleeping. This will be my last morning waking up next to him and I want to soak up every second. This week has been incredible and I don't want to leave our bubble, but I know I must return to reality tomorrow. I'm just not ready yet. I'm not prepared to go back to work, going home to a hollow house, living an empty life. Sure, we will talk on the phone and see each other as much as possible, but it won't be the same. I'm going to miss our conversations and his jokes. I'm going to miss how his eyes squint when he laughs. I'm going to miss how he looks at me in the morning when he says, "good morning, beautiful." I'm going to miss feeling him reach over in the middle of the night to touch me. I'm going to miss taking a shower together and watching the water roll over his body. I'm going to miss his touch and the way his lips feel against mine. I'm going to miss feeling him inside of me.

How long will our relationship last, being separated from one another?

It could go one of two ways. It could destroy us or we could decide that we no longer want to be apart and get married and live together. Marriage. Am I really thinking about marriage one week into our relationship? I love him, but are we ready for all that? Or moving in together, is that something we could do? We've pretty much been doing that this week, but it's different when you factor in a mortgage and bills and jobs. I know I am overthinking things, but I don't like the unknown. All I know is that I am not ready to be separated from this man.

"Good morning, beautiful." I am pulled out of my thoughts by the sweet words I have been accustomed to hearing first thing in the morning.

"Good morning, handsome. Did you sleep well?"

"I did. I always sleep my best lying next to you. Are you hungry?"

I smile at him. "I'm hungry, but not for food."

"I like where your head is at, gorgeous."

"Speaking of head..." I crawl under the sheets and plant small kisses on his chest, making my way down his toned torso. I run my tongue along his hip bone and feel his body react with a shiver. He is ready for me this morning and I him. I take the tip of his erection in my mouth and suck gently, letting my tongue encircle the soft head. I press my lips against his length and move downward. Small moans escape his mouth, his hands running over my hair. I glide my tongue over his balls and take as much as I can in my mouth. I hear him curse, his legs tensing in response before I blow a soft breath over the wet skin. I run my tongue back up and take his erection in my mouth. He is rock hard as I taste the velvety soft skin. My cheeks suck in, his hips matching my movements.

"Baby, get up here. I'm not going to last much longer and I need to be inside of you. Are you soaking wet and ready for me?"

"Always," I tell him as I crawl my way to the top of the bed. I straddle his lap as his strong hands lift my hips, lowering me down on him and filling every inch of me completely. He feels harder today than he ever has.

His hands migrate from my hips, traveling up to my breasts and squeezing them hard as I hiss in pleasure. "Fuck, you are soaking wet. Your juices are dripping all the way down my balls."

"It's you. It's all you. You do that to me."

I lift up and crash down on him, smacking my ass against his sack. He grips my hips, stopping me from raising up again. I try to move back up, but he doesn't allow it.

"Is everything ok?" I ask him.

"Everything is great, but I am going to come if we don't stop for a second." He tells me to stay put and moves his hands back up to my breasts. He massages them gently, licking his lips as he stares at his handiwork.