Discovering myself (18+)

34. In a daydream

My alarm is set at six this time, still, when it beeps, Andrew is already knocking at my door.

My bedroom door. Impatient.

I'm still not used to wake up at 6 am that's why when I open my door to him, I groan.

He is smiling though, only him to be smiling at six of the morning.

It makes me remind me of last night, he made me smile a lot then.

'specially when he threw me to swim in a sea of blankets while he spent his time kissing every part of me. Until he was ready for round two. It didn't take him long to be ready...

I smile, reminding of us doing everywhere in my room, us on the chair in front of my mirror, it was like wonderland. No rollercoaster could make me more excited or scream louder.

I took him for someone who always must have the control, dominant, but yesterday he granted me it, He took a ride of it. Well me too, I don't even know how many times he made me scream, or how many he has moaned my name...'

"Kelsey"

"Uhm?" He still there, in front of me, smiling, studying me as I'm fantasizing in front of him.

"Why are you blushing?" He asks humorously, the satisfaction of last night still on his features as he comes closer.

"Nothing", I try to hide, looking at his hands holding two cups this time.

"Here", he gave me the one containing the same yellow disgusting shake and I groan again.

"Drink it and I will give you coffee", he reveals to me his other hand holding a cup of coffee, he has learned how to bribe me.

Fine, I tried drinking the most I can in one shot, I know after I revive the taste of it, will be harder to continue.

Weirdly, it doesn't seem as disgusting as yesterday.

Once I receive my reward, I taste again something different. Good, but different.

'As each time, as each thing, I do with him. Yesterday again was so different. He kept me captivated staring at his green eyes while I moved up and down on his sweaty body. He made me watch myself in the mirror as he turns me sitting on his lap, with my back at him, in front of it. It was the most sensual thing...'

I gasp with the memory as I recognize the coffee is not a caramel cortado, neither a cappuccino, what the hell has he brought me this time?

"It is a mocha", he reacts to my confused face, as he has read my mind.

This time the aftertaste is of chocolate, I glare at him, hiding my smile with the cup. Will he ever be able to bring me a cappuccino? Or he will always make me taste something new?

The run with Andrew goes a bit easier today, I succeed to run faster than yesterday as my humor is better as well.

Still, is being difficult to focus on it.

It just happens that his presence is not so unbearable as I thought it would be, in fact, it is quite pleasant running on his side.

He lets me set again our pace, urging me in certain moments to go faster, but adjusting the speed as I limit it.

We run close to each other, so close we keep touching each other's arms, I do it sometimes on purpose because I just want to touch him...

How stupid that sounds? I want an excuse to simply brush his arm.

We were having sex until I don't remember what time last night, and it seems it isn't enough. I still want him close.

With each touch I recall something he has done to me last night, every detail delivering me pleasant shivers.