Purposefully Coincidental ✓

56. Interruption

Leo

I chase Josephine outside the shower, buck naked. She squeals and jumps on the bed. But all that does is put her hips and bare pussy at the same level as my eyes.

After breakfast, we made love again. We tried some more positions, but nothing too complicated yet. And I'm over the moon because she was able to cum every time and the slight soreness she had, she almost doesn't feel it anymore.

We were so sweaty and smelly that we had to take a shower. The one we were supposed to take this morning when I threw her over my shoulder quickly changed to me throwing her on the bed instead and shoving my face between her luscious thighs.

"Leo, no!" She shrieks again when I try to grab for her. "The food will be here and we're still naked." We ordered food before getting under the water. The website said they'll take around forty minutes to deliver, so we took that time to clean our bodies of sweat and other bodily fluids.

But she's right. It's been thirty minutes, so food should be here soon.

"Fine." I step back, admiring her body that's scattered with tattoos and a few love marks, courtesy of me. Most of them were unintentional, but the ones on her boobs...yeah, I wanted to leave a mark on her there.

I open the drawer, keeping her in my side view; she's drying her hair with a towel. Grabbing one of my blue shirts, I show it to her. "Wear this and nothing else." I walk closer to her and she looks up at me with big doe eyes. "As soon as we finish eating, I'm gonna ravish you on the bed again."

I give her a chaste kiss on her plum lips and hand her the shirt. I put on workout shorts, forgoing the boxer briefs and the first button down I see and button only two. It doesn't feel appropriate to open the door to the delivery person while barely wearing clothes. It could be a teenager for all I know.

Before I exit the bedroom, I look back at her. She's sitting behind her vanity doing her 'sacred' skin care rituals.

The doorbell goes off, forcing me to take my eyes off the beauty I love and go open the door.

But it's not the delivery person who greets me. It's Josie's brother, Roman.

The last person I wanted to see.

"You're not food." I say.

He gives me a weird look and takes a step forward, wanting to enter. I open the door wider and move back, going to the kitchen to take a sip of water. I'm actually surprised he even rang the bell. He usually just barges in like he owns the place.

"Where's Jo?" He asks. Before I can answer him, Jo waltzes in.

"Pizzaaaa." She says in an overly manly voice, having heard the doorbell ring.

I hide my grin behind the bottle. She's so fucking awesome.

She notices her brothers standing still close to the door.

"Oh." She quickly glances at me, a look in her eyes that says 'why didn't you warn me?!' then back to her older brother. "Ciao, Roman. What brings you here?" She asks in a casual tone while grabbing the hem of my shirt and trying to pull it down. There's no need. It reaches her knees and covers everything that her brother shouldn't see.

I've seen her wear different clothes. Her scrubs, jean shorts and a tank top, pajamas, dresses... But she's never looked more beautiful and sexy than she does in my shirt. My shirt. There's something oddly satisfying about your woman wearing something that belongs to you. I never understood it from movies and when my cousins talked about it, but now I do. It's like something primal—possessive—has awoken inside my body.