At this point, it was a thought that popped up in my head at least a hundred times a day. It was six a.m and I was watching her sleep. We went to bed early that morning and after the night she had, I knew she was exhausted. I couldn't help remembering everything that happened. We didn't have sex. Not really. Although, at this point, I'm not even really sure what to call it. I loved on her a little bit, gave her that orgasm she asked for once or twice or three times, taking little breaks in between each one to grab a snack, drink some water and just make sure she was okay. I didn't want to overwhelm her by rushing something so sensitive. Especially knowing she wasn't familiar with it.
The stakes were high, and even though she didn't know it, or maybe she did, I was tasked with the job of rewriting intimacy for her. Whatever I did, would alter the way she viewed intimacy and sex for a long time. And after David, I really didn't want to traumatize her anymore. In no way at all.
Last night, I witnessed her letting go. Letting go of the trauma, of the fear and trusting me to give her pleasure rather than pain. That trust meant everything to both of us. That step meant everything, and it was more fulfilling than sex with anyone I've ever been with in the past. Because none of those were this meaningful, none of them were this impactful and there was no connection emotionally or otherwise. This, this was different because I love Drew Taylor so fucking much.
With a smile on my lips, I leaned in and kissed her forehead. She sighed in contentment and snuggled herself even more into my chest as if to burrow into it. I smiled at the sight, rubbing my hand up and down her clothesless back as I reached for my phone on the dresser. There was a message in her inbox from the evening before and I finally opened it.
Cuddle Bug🤗
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Cuddle Bug🤗 Just the reunion between you and your bff 💓 6:17 pm
I smiled at the video as it played before my eyes. When did she even video this? I wasn't sure but I was thankful she did. Molly was my best friend, not just my sister. Sometimes I don't like her for always being on my ass but I also knew she was that tough because she loves me and she just doesn't want me to fuck my life up too badly. She was the best sister I could've asked for and I love her to death. Although, I probably wouldn't ever tell her that.
When I exited her chat, I saw a message from Mathieu. The jury has reached a verdict and we would meet at ten on Monday to hear it. I gulped, my body suddenly feeling jittery with nerves.
I exited the messaging app and opened up my camera to capture a picture of me and Drew cuddling. Hopefully, some distraction would put my mind at ease again. Through the screen, I could already see how cute this picture would be. I wasn't going to do anything special with it, other than to just have it in my phone to look at if ever she's not near me and I miss my baby cuddle bug. After quickly snapping it, I put my phone down again and embraced her with both arms, burying my face in her neck and inhaling the scent of her.
