if only

chapter 7

The rest of the night was filled with that same push and pull, both of us playing the game of who was in control, and who had to give in and be pleasured possessively. A game of cat and mouse that we never seemed to tire from.

I never had so much fun with a sexual partner before.

Billie had a way of making me feel good; desired, enjoyed, even treasured at times. The last time of the night, we came together, on equal ground, making intense eye contact the whole time. This was a completely new experience for both of us.

After, we fell asleep together for the third night in a row, our heavy, sweaty limbs intertwined.

I woke to the room still engulfed in darkness, the shades still drawn, Billie's voice low on the room phone as she called down for food. She hung up and stretched, still nude, her back to me, and I drank her in silently while she thought I still slept.

Finally she turned, and a sneaky smile crept across her lips. "Creeper."

I grinned and stretched, too. "I would creep all day if I could." My voice was croaky and slow; she'd worn me out so much the night before and I still felt exhausted.

She crawled back across the bed and climbed in with me. We locked in a tight, full body embrace, and she kissed my throat, sinking against my chest so we both could avoid morning breath. I kissed her head and breathed in her soapy hair smell.

"I can't believe we met three days ago," she said softly. "It seems like months ago."

I nodded, my chin bumping her head. "Mmm. Tell me something I don't know about you."

"Hmm," her voice hummed against my throat. "Did you know I sing?"

I laughed. "Dumb."

"Let's see... oh, I have a big brother. He's okay."

I sighed.

"Oops, here's a big one... I'm a vegan."

"You're such an ass."

"What? People don't like that. Wanted you to know in case you needed to dip."

"I'm a vegetarian," I muttered.

She pulled back a little so she could look up at me. "Really? For how long?"

"Hmm... since 2018 I think?"

"Well, good," she grinned. "I like that. I can't watch people eat meat, it freaks me out."

I grinned. "Agreed."

"What about your birthday?"

"January 11th."

"Oh! You're a Capricorn."

I nodded. "Is that bad?"

"No, but it explains a lot." She cheesed at me, and I poked her dimple. "Like why you're so fucking stubborn and bossy... you're a goat."

I rolled my eyes and stretched out again. She followed, kissing my cleavage, making me shudder.

"I don't really subscribe to all that shit. But... last I checked it lined up pretty well I guess. I'm a serious, overachieving bossy pants, yes."

She laughed. "I don't think you and I are very compatible. Sagittarius' are a lot more go with the flow."

I bit my lip and thought about that sentence a moment. Was that something she even wanted? For us to mesh? For us to work out, if we were ever to take things more seriously?

"I don't know much about Sagittarius'... isn't it a creative sign?"

"Yeah. Creative, non-committal, adventurous, outgoing..."