The Formula 1 Series - Part I: Liz & George

Sleep well

"I am so sorry." he mumbled somewhere on my collar bone.

"Why?" I asked probably sounding the most happy I have ever been.

"To not have waited for you." He still was gasping for air in between sentences. "But I have been holding back for so long already." I moved my hand up to his hair and brushed through it. It was damp but I liked to play with it.

"I couldn't any longer." He gasped.

I moved my head so he would look at me. His eyes met mine and I said with full seriousness: "This was the best sex I have ever had."

"But you didn't come?"

"Doesn't matter." I said while brushing through his hair again. "I actually never have." His body got tense again and he put him up on his forearms again looking down on me with a confused and worried look. "Never?"

I shook my head in a small movement.

"But in other ways you have?" He asked. I looked confused for a second but then realized what he meant.

"Umm, alone yes."

"And with men? Touching you? Eating you?" He looked really worried. But I shook my head in a small movement and swallowed. He made me feel insecure about it.

"I mean I don't like the thought of you coming due to other men but I wished you had." He backed off a bit. "Wait." He said and he put all his body weight on his left arm while his right went to hold the condom when he got out of me. "Wait a second." He said and turned away. I put the blanket over me while he went to the bathroom. My thoughts started rambling and I wondered if I had said something stupid. But I just wanted to encourage him. He shouldn't feel bad. Obviously he cared if I had fun and I did. Only because I did not climax doesn't mean it wasn't amazing. And it really was the best sex I ever had. I heard him running the water while I tried to find my slip and pants. I put on my Pyjamas again and got comfy under the blanket just in time when he came back into the room. I watched him walking towards me and didn't realize he has grabbed his boxers on the way to the bathroom. But I enjoyed the view of him almost naked. He could model in a magazine and I would buy these boxers. He smiled down on me but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He sat down next to me on the edge of the bed and stared at me for another few seconds. I did not know what this is about. Did he want to leave? And did not know how to get out of here without being rude? I sat up and leaned against the head piece of the bed.

"Hey listen, I totally understand if you want to go upstairs." I ran my hands through my hair. "It's a big day tomorrow."

"What?" He looked confused. "Do you want me to go?"

I was confused as well. "No, no. I don't. I mean, it's up to you. I would love to have you here but I understand if you need to go. You looked like you wanted to say something uncomfortable. I thought you want to go."

His confused look turned into a smile but again it did not really reach his eyes. It looked more worried. "Yeah, umm. It was more connected to what you said earlier. I just didn't want to ask while still in bed with you. Umm." He cleared his voice and it sounded insecure and worried when he spoke again. "Has someone ever done something that you didn't like?"

"No? No! No, really no." I quickly said. "Why would you assume that?"

He didn't respond immediately. He just looked at me worried. "You are sure?"

I just nodded and swallowed. Suddenly my throat got sore. "Did someone to you?"

"No. Sorry for the question." He reached out and put his hand to my check before he leaned down and kissed me. "Do you want me to stay the night?"

"I want you to want to stay." I said but then laughed as it was a bit ridiculous how we kept going circles here.

"Door or window side, princess?" He asked while lifting the blanket and getting underneath.

"Door." I said and gave him a quick kiss while he crawled over me to the window side. He stopped over me and kissed me back before laying down next to me. I turned to him and watched him how he sorted the blankets and pillows and got comfy. I could tell he was really tired by now. His eyes weren't as open as usual and his blinking got slow.

"I'm completely exhausted." He mumbled.

"I like when you are. Due to me. You are cute when you are sleepy." I said amused.

"You are always cute." He took my right hand and blew a kiss on it before he closed his eyes still holding my hand. I watched his face relaxing and his breath getting deeper and slower. He had incredible long and dense lashes and his lips were swollen. I watched him a few more moments until I was sure he was asleep, before I tried my best to slide my hand out of his without waking him. I tried my best to quietly go to the bathroom. I went to pee as I always did to prevent the nasty cystitis I always had during my relationship with Nate. I washed my face and hands before I carefully and quietly went back, set an alarm for 7:30AM as I know his meetings started at 10AM and crawled into bed. Mine wouldn't start until 12AM, but I probably would get up with him and looked forward to it. I laid on my back as I usually sleep in that position and tried to relax. It was hard to get calm enough to sleep while George was laying next to me, but after probably ten minutes I fell asleep eventually and slept as deep as I haven't for weeks.