𝙈𝙧. 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 | ✔

𝚎𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜

I sighed in relief as he held me tightly, the both of us steadying our breathing, smiling at each other. I ran my hands through his hair one last time as both of our highs came to an end, it had been so long since I had felt that satisfied by someone other than myself. Especially after one round. He kissed my forehead lightly as his right hand stroked my back, his veiny hands bringing me into comfort I could get more than used to. His chest rose and fell against my own, a big smile on his face as he quickly pecked my neck and huffed against my skin.

"Sweetpea, that was incredible." I giggled at the relaxing tone in his voice. He seemed completely at ease.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones. I mean it.." 

"Mm, I should be thanking you, Mrs. Brennan." He smirked pushing himself up and bopping my nose lightly, a faint chuckle escape from his lips as he pushed himself to his full standing position. His shoulders leaned back his abs glistening with sweat as he quickly swooped me into his big arms. I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck, he put me in the middle of the rug in front of my projector screen. Walking towards the P.C it had been projecting from, clicking back to Disney+, and putting on Black-Ish. I laughed as I opened my arms, inviting him to come back over to me and cuddle with me.

"I'm coming sweetpea, I promise, but are there any blankets for adults in this snug room?" His eyes shot across the room, scanning for a blanket. I rose and walked towards my closet, reaching in back and taking out the huge quilt I made, stitched with my room number on it. He rushed over to me frantically sitting me back down.

"Ah shit, I forgot. What type of man am I.." He quickly took off his shirt and put it on me, I couldn't help but beam at him like a child. My arms wrapped around his neck as he then sat us down and draped the huge quilt over us, my whole body leaning into his. This felt like second nature to me, maybe it was because we couldn't leave. But I felt at home in his bulky arms, as if this is what I had needed my whole life.

"Thank you, again.." He smirked and kissed my lips softly, wrapping his other arm around my waist as the light sound of the rain full bounced off of the walls. The thunder follows the rain every few minutes. My head soon became barred in his chest, my eyes closed as I focused on my breathing. I had never felt more at peace, ever. 

I had completely forgotten this man's relation to me. I don't think it would've changed anything in that perfect moment. It was straight out of a dream. I felt his grip tighten slightly as we both watched one of my favorite shows. It must've been one of his favorites as well with the way he'd chuckle and smile so charismatically. He was so charming. I gripped onto him tightly as the episodes flew by, the storm still fierce with rage.

Somewhere near an hour or so after our session, there was a loud banging at my door, before either of us could get up and attempt to get properly dressed the door busted open.

"Ms. Brennan! Are you okay, I had no clue you had been locked in the" Mr. Bantone's eyes widened as he saw a shirtless Mr. Jones cuddled up with me, me in his big white shirt. I bite my lip slightly with anxiousness shooting through my body.