Fifty Shades Deeper

Chapter Fifteen

This is a half finished chapter, the other part will obviously just be added to the next chapter, but I was having trouble writing, and I wanted to get it out cause you've all been waiting so long! 

“Jay, is that you?” I heard Lily call from my bathroom.

“Yeah.” I call back to her as she strolls into the living room wrapped up in one of my navy blue towels, her long brown hair hung wet down her back.

“Where did you go?” She asks, smiling at me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, the way the towel hung tightly on her curved body, and the water running down her bare legs slowly.

“I went to see my dad for a little while.” I gulped, feeling hot all of a sudden.

“Where did Eric go?” She asks, a little too much innocence in her voice.

I started taking my tie off, and undid the top button; I always dressed up a little more when I went to see my dad, mainly because we always ended up somewhere posh.

“He was gone before I got up, college I guess.” I answer her.

“Is Grace still out?” She asks again, and I nod.

At that, Lily lets go of the towel and it drops heavily to the floor, leaving her stood before me, completely naked and still damp from her shower.

“Good.” She says with a smirk.

Lily screams out loud when she reaches her orgasm, my head buried within her legs.

She continues to pant as I trail up her body that is laying spread on my bed, running my tongue up her body, feeling how hot her skin is.

I reach her mouth and kiss her deeply for a short moment, then pull away.

“Where did you learn to do that?” She asks all of a sudden.

I laugh, no one has ever asked me about my past sexual relationships before, not even Ted.

“My ex-girlfriend wasn’t the biggest fan of sex, but she loved oral sex, after six months with her, I think I got that kind of art down.” I tell her.

“How many ex-girlfriends do you have?” She asks, turning on her side to face me.

“Three.” I say. “I was thirteen when I had my first one, but that only lasted like, three months.” I laugh. “Then, when I was fifteen I had my first serious girlfriend, we had sex after six months together, and we both turned sixteen, it was like a birthday present for the both of us I guess.” Thinking back to that moment made me cringe, the first time you have sex is supposed to be amazing, right? No.

“We broke up six months later, and I didn’t meet my latest ex until I was seventeen, we broke up after seven months.”

“So long term relationships aren’t really your thing, three months with the first, a year with the second, and seven months with the third.” She says.

“Well done, you can count.” I mock and she laughs.

“Why did they not last?” She asks.

“Well, the first one is obvious, we were young and just wanted to be in an adult relationship, but it fell apart.” I say. “The next one I was so sure of, like we were going to get married, you know what I mean?” She laughs in response. “We argued a lot about things we were too young to understand; our future, where we were going… two different directions.” I sigh, remembering the arguments. “And the third, well, that one is very obvious, she never want to have sex. Ever.” I say with a grimace.