“Sometimes, I think about our lives together,” I say.
I feel his lips kiss the top of my bare shoulder. “You do?” He asks. He moves my curls to the side of the pillow, pressing his mouth against my neck from behind.
Our limbs are tangled in beige bed sheets, sweat still dripping from our brows. After an intimate late dinner at the Gorge, we came to my apartment last night deciding to bare our souls to each other, to slowly strip away our distressed clothes and twisted undergarments and be fully naked, incredibly exposed. Layer by layer, we had slipped out of our cloaks and facades, kicking aside the fabrics as if they were poisons and bane. He had taken his time to explore each crevice of my body, his eyes caressing the curves of my breasts, the dips in my hips, the stretch marks on my stomach, inching closer and closer to the spot between my legs. And when his breath had hitched to the sight below, after my eyes stroked along his broad chest to his muscular scarred arms, I gasped as well, admiring the length of it, the hardened tip. When he stepped towards me to brush his fingers against my chest, I couldn’t help but moan against his lips, feeling that fiery trail breathe life into my blood. It didn’t take long before his mouth devoured mine, before I gripped his hair and tasted his skin, before we fell on the bed and he sucked my folds, before I felt him slip inside of me. We had begged and cursed and came under the heavens of the Earth until we were still and spent, but hungry for more. Frankly, I lost track of who took who; we were dripping with sex like animals in the wild, the bed becoming the floor, the floor becoming the desk, and the desk becoming the window frame. We seemed to have destroyed the lamp on the nightstand, but there’s nothing glue can’t fix.
“I do,” I whisper. I shift to lay on my back, his hands then caressing my breast. “I think about moments like these when you are gone. I think about our daily routines and what it would be like to get a dog together.”
He pinches my nipples and I gasp. “A dog?”
“Yes, raising a dog together. And what it would be like to come home from work and see you sitting on the couch to greet me. Or to drive over to your place after work and bring you dinner–“
“Baby!”
I jump. I immediately take out my ear bud, and look up from the screen. I blink, seeing him stand right in front of me. “Babe! You scared me.”
He smirks, eyes full of amusement. “I’m sorry, baby. But damn, you are too in the zone, huh?”
I smile apologetically, “Sorry!” I shake my head, becoming distinctly more aware of my surroundings. My legs are crossed at the ankles on the bed, my back is pressed against the pillows, and the sunset has now peeked from the blinds of the bedroom window, the summer breeze swaying the curtains on the side. I chuckle, “I honestly didn’t even notice you came in the room.”
He smiles. “It’s all good. There’s no need to apologize. I was just going to ask what you wanted for dinner. But before you answer that,” he stretches his neck to peer over my laptop resting on my bare thighs. “What are you writing about? Who’s got you in this trance?”
I skim over the screen and attempt not the blush. I shake my head once more, “Nothing. And nobody.”
He raises his eyebrow, flashing a crooked grin. “Oh? Mmmhm, okay. I believe you, baby. For sure.” He then begins to crawl on the bed towards me, and I slowly close my laptop, bringing my knees up to my chest as he draws closer. “Let me see.”
“Uh, no, no. It’s not finished yet. I’ve barely started, babe,” I declare. He attempts to reach for it, but I swiftly move it away from his grasp, placing it behind me.
“I don’t care.” He laughs, “I love everything you write. Whether it’s erotic or about butchering a penis. Is it about me?”
“No!” I lie too quickly.
“It is about me!” His fingers sneak around to pinch my waist, and I gasp at the tickling sensation, laughing as he does the same to the other side of me. “Let me see. Please. Or else…”
I smirk wickedly, my brow raised. “Or else what? What are you going to do, love?”
His brown eyes heat with lust, my knees falling open when his face is mere inches from mine. He smiles at my gesture and begins to kiss my hot cheeks as a silent plea, “I think you know what I’ll do.”
He then slowly trails kisses up both sides of my neck, licking up to my earlobes as he continues to beg and whisper promises along my skin. I suddenly feel him suck at the dip between my neck and shoulder. And as I helplessly moan once his teeth nips and scraps at my flesh, he instantly covers his full lips around mine; his tongue stroking and engulfing me whole.
We soon forgot about the laptop amongst the disheveled pillows and messy sheets, discussing dinner after my body collapsed on top of his. Once a decision was made, and he kneeled before me to devour the inner part of my being, we heard the dog’s paws scratch against the wooden door, whine, and sniff at the crack.
That night after the Gorge was the first of many for the next two years. Soon after, we adopted a dog at the local shelter, only for us to raise her together at his apartment and then our new home.
